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Clementine Vulgate (Psalm 132)Latin text Canticum graduum David. Ecce quam bonum et quam jucundum, habitare fratres in unum! 2 Sicut unguentum in capite, quod descendit in barbam, barbam Aaron, 3 sicut ros Hermon, qui descendit in montem Sion. Quoniam illic mandavit Dominus benedictionem, et vitam usque in saeculum. |
Church of England 1662 Book of Common PrayerEnglish text 1 Behold, how good and joyful a thing it is: brethren, to dwell together in unity! 2 It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down unto the beard: even unto Aaron's beard, and went down to the skirts of his clothing. 3 Like as the dew of Hermon: which fell upon the hill of Sion. 4 For there the Lord promised his blessing: and life for evermore. |
Metrical 'Old Version' (William Whittingham)English text O what a happy thing it is, |
Metrical 'New Version' (Tate & Brady)English text How vast must their advantage be, |
Metrical version by James MerrickEnglish text How blest the sight, the joy how sweet, |
Káldi fordításHungarian text Dávid éneke a fölmenetekre. |
Metrical Paraphrase (Isaac Watts, 1719)
English text
How pleasant 'tis to see
Kindred and friends agree;
Each in their proper station move,
And each fulfill their part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love!
'Tis like the ointment shed
On Aaron's sacred head,
Divinely rich, divinely sweet;
The oil through all the room
Diffused a choice perfume,
Ran through his robes, and blessed his feet.
Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plain,
Descending from the neighboring hills;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,
Where love, like heavenly dew, distills.