From Psalm 49:
What if the exact meaning of the word "Selah" is not translated because it is altogether untranslatable -- beyond strictly logical meaning and into the realm of the spirit? In other words, what if there aren't other words -- none that will do anyway? What if instead it is the shaking of the head, the affirmation of the soul, the musical score that transcends all language and accompanies the moment when deep truth calls out to deep being?
Man in his pomp will not remain;
he is like the beasts that perish.
This is the path of those who have foolish confidence;
yet after them people approve of their boasts. Selah
Like sheep they are appointed for Sheol;
death shall be their shepherd,
and the upright shall rule over them in the morning.
Their form shall be consumed in Sheol, with no place to dwell.
But God will ransom my soul from the power of Sheol,
for he will receive me. Selah
Man in his pomp will not remain;
he is like the beasts that perish.
This is the path of those who have foolish confidence;
yet after them people approve of their boasts. Selah
Like sheep they are appointed for Sheol;
death shall be their shepherd,
and the upright shall rule over them in the morning.
Their form shall be consumed in Sheol, with no place to dwell.
But God will ransom my soul from the power of Sheol,
for he will receive me. Selah
~Ryon Price, 2nd Thoughts
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