I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.
Psalm 133:2 - Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version In the nights lift up your hands to the holy places, and bless ye the Lord. 更多版本King James Version (Oxford) 1769 It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, Even Aaron's beard: That went down to the skirts of his garments; Amplified Bible - Classic Edition It is like the precious ointment poured on the head, that ran down on the beard, even the beard of Aaron [the first high priest], that came down upon the collar and skirts of his garments [consecrating the whole body]. [Exod. 30:25, 30.] American Standard Version (1901) It is like the precious oil upon the head, That ran down upon the beard, Even Aaron’s beard; That came down upon the skirt of his garments; Common English Bible It is like expensive oil poured over the head, running down onto the beard— Aaron’s beard!— which extended over the collar of his robes. Catholic Public Domain Version In the nights, lift up your hands in sanctity, and bless the Lord. English Standard Version 2016 It is like the precious oil on the head, running down on the beard, on the beard of Aaron, running down on the collar of his robes! |
I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.
And beneath at the feet of the same tunick round about, thou shalt make as it were pomegranates, of violet, and purple, and scarlet twice dyed, with little bells set between:
And thou shalt pour the oil of unction upon his head: and by this rite shall he be consecrated.
And thou shalt make incense compounded by the work of the perfumer: well tempered together, and pure, and most worthy of sanctification.
To wit, a bell of gold, and a pomegranate, wherewith the high priest went adorned, when he discharged his ministry, as the Lord had commanded Moses.
Ointment and perfumes rejoice the heart: and the good counsels of a friend are sweet to the soul.
Draw me: we will run after thee to the odour of thy ointments. The king hath brought me into his storerooms: we will be glad and rejoice in thee, remembering thy breasts more than wine: the righteous love thee.
Mary therefore took a pound of ointment of right spikenard, of great price, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair; and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment.