I grind them as fine windblown dust; I beat them underfoot like clay in the streets.

until I find a place for the Lord, a fine dwelling place for the powerful ruler of Jacob.”

It is like fine oil poured on the head which flows down the beard – Aaron’s beard, and then flows down his garments.

For this reason I love your commands more than gold, even purest gold.

They are of greater value than gold, than even a great amount of pure gold; they bring greater delight than honey, than even the sweetest honey from a honeycomb.

For you bring him rich blessings; you place a golden crown on his head.

You exalt my horn like that of a wild ox. I am covered with fresh oil.