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It is like the finest oils poured on the head,
    sweet-smelling oils flowing down to cover the beard,
Flowing down the beard of Aaron,
    flowing down the collar of his robe.
It is like the gentle rain of Mount Hermon
    that falls on the hills of Zion.
Yes, from this place, the Eternal spoke the command,
    from there He gave His blessing—life forever.

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It is like precious oil poured on the head,(A)
    running down on the beard,
running down on Aaron’s beard,
    down on the collar of his robe.
It is as if the dew(B) of Hermon(C)
    were falling on Mount Zion.(D)
For there the Lord bestows his blessing,(E)
    even life forevermore.(F)

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