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Exact Match

I grind them as fine windblown dust; I beat them underfoot like clay in the streets.

You uprooted a vine from Egypt; you drove out nations and transplanted it.

O God, invincible warrior, come back! Look down from heaven and take notice! Take care of this vine,

A song of ascents, by Solomon. If the Lord does not build a house, then those who build it work in vain. If the Lord does not guard a city, then the watchman stands guard in vain.

until I find a place for the Lord, a fine dwelling place for the powerful ruler of Jacob."

It is like fine oil poured on the head which flows down the beard -- Aaron's beard, and then flows down his garments.