O King of Israel, of the town of Bethlehem,
you were tending the flock when you were
called by the Prophet Samuel, man of Him
who created both the heavens and the earth.
Anointed of God, the Lord's spirit was on
thee from that day forward, playing a lyre
for the once and past King, old Saul, upon
whom laid an evil spirit, a future truly dire.
O Father of Solomon, how your beautiful
psalms help to sustain us, your love of the
Lord showing us very right praise, fruitful
prayer, and obedience to the Lord our God.
Holy Forefather of Christ, pray for us, that
we might make beautiful music before the
Lord, that we might have a prophet's heart
after God's own, and before His ark, dance.
Holy Psalmist, pray for us, that we might
be made worthy of the promises of Christ
and be made free of the temptation of lust
as we turn our desires to God who is just.
Note: The above is a picture of an icon I purchased for my cousin from the Paracletos monastery.