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 my head with oil;
My cup overflows.

You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.

His speech was smoother than butter,
But his heart was war;
His words were softer than oil,
Yet they were drawn swords.