Psalms 133

1 A Song of Degrees. See now! what is so good, or what so pleasant, as for brethren to dwell together?

Cantique des degrés de David.

2 [It is] as ointment on the head, that ran down to the beard, [even] the beard of Aaron; that ran down to the fringe of his clothing.

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

3 As the dew of Aermon, that comes down on the mountains of Sion: for there, the Lord commanded the blessing, even life for ever.

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