Cantique des degrés. De David.
A song of ascents. Of David. Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in harmony!
C’est comme l’huile précieuse qui, répandue sur la tête,
It is like fine oil on the head, running down on the beard, running down Aaron’s beard over the collar of his robes.
C’est comme la rosée de l’Hermon,
It is like the dew of Hermon falling on the mountains of Zion. For there the LORD has bestowed the blessing of life forevermore.