I do not know why these "songs" are considered poetic works or why these ravings of an obvious egocentric are considered uplifting. They are not to me. Selah. This chapter of the "Scripture" is like The Proof, the lodestone which carries the barque of belief to the bottom of a dark extinction. Not divine, not a class in miracles, and not a nice sing-along. It has unicorns in it. Unicorns with horns. Selah. OK, the harps and trumpets are nice. Although the desert tribes did not have either of those instruments in use at the time the cloudy interval for any actual King has been allotted in our Time Scale of mythical beings...

This is a beautiful bound volume with "illuminations" as artwork.