Like precious ointment on the head, that down the beard did flow, Ev'n Aaron's beard, and to the skirts, did of his garments go.
Let him that righteous is me smite, it shall a kindness be; Let him reprove, I shall it count a precious oil to me: Such smiting shall not break my head; for yet the time shall fall, When I in their calamities to God pray for them shall.