How good
How pleasant
When we abide intimate together
Like warm oil on the head
Trickling down the cheek
Aaron’s cheek
And trickling down the neck onto the collar
Like the dew of Mount Hermon
The dew that runs down the mountains of Zion
Where you called forth the blessing
For life, life always
The 133rd Psalm
a poetic translation by
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