Psalm 133

A song of ascents.  Of David.
How good and how pleasant as well,
when brothers in harmony dwell.

Like oil on the head that is poured
that runs down the beard and the hairs,
like running down Aaron's beard toward
the edge of his robes that he wears.

Like dew on Mount Hermon that stands;
oh, let it on Zion descend!
For there, LORD Jehovah commands
his blessing of life — without end.