Let the righteous smite me in kindness and reprove me;
It is oil upon the head;
Do not let my head refuse it,
For still my prayer is against their wicked deeds.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You have anointed and refreshed my head with oil;
My cup overflows.

He clothed himself with cursing like as with a raiment: yea it went into his bowels like water, and like oil into his bones.

Thou bringest food out of the earth: wine to make glad the heart of man, oil to make him a cheerful countenance and bread to strengthen man's heart.

You love justice and hate evil. For this reason God, your God has anointed you with the oil of joy, elevating you above your companions.

The words of his mouth were smoother than butter,
But his heart was hostile;
His words were softer than oil,
Yet they were drawn swords.

But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil.

I have found David my servant; with my holy oil have I anointed him:

My knees give way from fasting, and my skin is lean, deprived of oil.

As the good oil on the head, Coming down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, That cometh down on the skirt of his robes,