Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
–Psalm 30: 11, 12 KJV
Oh, this speaks to me this morning, for it is raining in Georgia and I have been out barefooted and bare-headed to feel and taste the rain and God’s tender mercy. They say it won’t be enough, the drought won’t end, the fires won’t be put out – but it is rain and it is good and the drooping flowers are raising their heads, the paper-thin leaves look glossy, wet and full. The birds are making soft hopeful sounds in the shrubbery. May God’s name be praised.
This is but one more example of a Bible passage where the King James version is still superior to all the others in my view.
For me, there are so many of those, Dr. Harmon.
Better than the original? I find that a surprising notion.
I said better than all the other versions, i.e. translations. I much prefer the Hebrew.