And wine, that to the heart of man doth cheerfulness impart, Oil that his face makes shine, and bread that strengtheneth his heart.
My table thou hast furnished in presence of my foes; My head thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup overflows.
But thou shalt, like unto the horn of th' unicorn, exalt My horn on high: thou with fresh oil anoint me also shalt.
He call'd for famine on the land, he brake the staff of bread: