Псалтирь 4:8

Look at what David is actually saying: "You have filled my heart with gladness — more than when their grain and wine multiplied." He's not describing a private mood. He's making a comparison. Somewhere out there, "they" — probably the people around him, maybe even the mockers he's just been arguing with in verses 2 and 6 — are celebrating a bumper harvest. Grain silos full, wine vats overflowing. That was the biggest, most obvious kind of happiness in an agricultural society: a good year. And David says his joy — sitting in a tent somewhere, likely on the run, stripped of his throne — outweighs theirs.

This is the third movement of a short psalm that starts with a prayer (v.1), moves into a confrontation with people who scoff at him and chase "vanity" instead of God (vv.2–5), and then gives us David's own testimony of what grace has done in him: he chose God's favor over their prosperity (v.6), and it filled his heart with joy (v.7-8 here) Matthew Henry. Easy to miss: this joy isn't the absence of trouble — it's the presence of God in the middle of trouble. He hasn't gotten his harvest back. He's just found something bigger than a harvest.

The bracketed "[и елей]" — "and oil" — is a text