- published: 23 Dec 2010
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Abigail (Hebrew: אֲבִיגַיִל / אֲבִיגָיִל, Modern Avigáyil Tiberian ʾĂḇîḡáyil / ʾĂḇîḡāyil ; "my father's joy", spelled Abigal in 2 Samuel 17:25 in the American Standard Version but not in the King James Version) was the wife of Nabal; she became a wife of David after Nabal's death (1 Samuel 25). Abigail is David's second wife, after Saul's daughter, Michal, whom Saul later married to Palti, son of Laish when David went into hiding.
She became the mother of one of David's sons, who is listed in the Book of Chronicles under the name Daniel, in the Masoretic Text of the Books of Samuel as Chileab, and in the Septuagint text of 2 Samuel 3:3 as Δαλουια, Dalouia.
In the passage from 1 Samuel, Nabal demonstrates ingratitude towards David, and Abigail attempts to placate David in order to stop him taking revenge. She gives him food, and speaks to him, urging him not to "have on his conscience the staggering burden of needless bloodshed" (verse 31, NIV) and reminding him that God will make him a "lasting dynasty" (verse 28). Jon Levenson calls this an "undeniable adumbration" of Nathan's prophecy in 2 Samuel 7.Alice Bach notes that Abigail pronounces a "crucial prophecy," and the Talmud regards her as one of the Tanakh's seven female prophets. Levenson, however, suggests that she "senses the drift of history" from intelligence rather than from special revelation.
I'm too pac and two spots the block is secured
Stacked up to a fiend me, I'm the one you should call
But shawty on tour, juicy couture over law
And the drough when it's fire bet I can talk em to fall
Rhymes spreaded, I said it with a style
Commerce you dealer, I gave em coke and a smile
From poverty, no cold, it was foul
Now they admire me, I've been broke in a while
Wild, can't be talking to me
After my show, I have to be forced in the van
Came to new york, christopher walken to me
Figgy and pumble, christopher's walking to me
Slick talking tatty, bare arms, from iran, hope you ready
Grave yam yankee fitty cap, fred the god and I came to brign the city back
[Hook]
You know I bees in the city
You drive v's to the city
We push keys to the city
Mayor minds hope give me the key to the city
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now turn up
New york life is lawless
I got the city turnt up like the stocks dumped on mike and harris
Works the purest, same color is
Girl here from school, she studyin the art of chow
Forget the vest I wear liff up
Tbm the best, they will clip em
Heard you got sour around, well we'll stick em
For that 7 pounds with the wesson I will smith em
7 pounds will smith, big bronx uptown and we still spit
We back flowin and y'all know I got lines around the block
Like the tunnel back open
Speaking of tunnel, you know the sun is span
Call me harry and turman cause I got tunnel vision
Blue yankee fitty cap, fred the god and I came to bring the city back
[Hook]
You know I bees in the city
You drive v's to the city
We push keys to the city
Mayor minds hope give me the key to the city
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now rep your city, this is for the streets
Now rep your city, this is for the streets