Psalms 133

1 A song for pilgrims going up to Jerusalem. A psalm of David. How good, how delightful it is when people live together lin harmony!

Orin fún ìgòkè. Ti Dafidi. Kíyèsi, ó ti dára ó sì ti dùn tó fún àwọn ará láti máa jùmọ̀ gbé ní ìrẹ́pọ̀.

2 This is as precious as the oil used to anoint Aaron, running down from his head onto his beard, onto the collar of his clothes.

Ó dàbí òróró ìkunra iyebíye ní orí, tí ó sàn dé irùngbọ̀n, àní irùngbọ̀n Aaroni: tí ó sì sàn sí etí aṣọ sórí rẹ̀.

3 It's like the dew of Mount Hermon that falls on Zion's mountains. That is where the Lord gave his blessing of life that lasts forever.

Bí ìrì Hermoni tí o sàn sórí òkè Sioni. Nítorí níbẹ̀ ní Olúwa gbé pàṣẹ ìbùkún, àní ìyè láéláé.