Thou arrangest before me a table, Over-against my adversaries, Thou hast anointed with oil my head, My cup is full!

Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.

Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart is war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they are drawn swords.

I have found David My servant, With My holy oil I have anointed him.

And Thou exaltest as a reem my horn, I have been anointed with fresh oil.

And he putteth on reviling as his robe, And it cometh in as water into his midst, And as oil into his bones.

And wine -- it rejoiceth the heart of man, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread -- the heart of man it supporteth.

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,

The righteous doth beat me in kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer is about their vexations.