I prefer my springs in a mattress, but I suppose the psalmist never had to deal with the volatility of a cold wallet.
A reading from Psalms 87:7
The players on instruments will be there, and the dancers will say, All my springs are in you.
— Psalms 87:7 (en_bbe)
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All my springs are in you.