Psalms 133

1 A song of ascents. Of David. Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in harmony!

Cantique des degrés de David.

2 It is like fine oil on the head, running down on the beard, running down Aaron’s beard over the collar of his robes.

C’est comme un parfum sur une tête, lequel descend sur une barbe, la barbe d’Aaron,

3 It is like the dew of Hermon falling on the mountains of Zion. For there the LORD has bestowed the blessing of life forevermore.

C’est comme la rosée d’Hermon, et celle qui descend sur la montagne de Sion.