Why do words leave me speechless?

” . . . and the doors on the street are shut
as the sound of the grinding mill is low,
and one will arise at the sound of the bird,
and all the daughters of song will sing softly.”
Ecclesiastes 12:4

And all the daughters of song will sing softly. That phrase has been echoing in my mind all day, like an elusive bit of music, haunting, defying definition, preening unselfconsciously like a young woman who simply knows she’s beautiful and doesn’t have to understand why.

And all the daughters of song will sing softly. Amazing.