Twelve Tribes United by Y. Katz and B. Stark

שִׁיר הַמַּעֲלוֹת לְדָוִד הִנֵּה מַה־טּוֹב וּמַה־נָּעִים שֶׁבֶת אַחִים גַּם־יָחַד׃

SHIR ha-ma-a-LOT l’-DA-vid, hi-NEH mah TOV u-mah NA-im, she-VET a-KHEEM gam YA-khad

A song of ascents. Of David. How good and how pleasant it is that brothers dwell together.

כַּשֶּׁמֶן הַטּוֹב עַל־הָרֹאשׁ יֹרֵד עַל־הַזָּקָן זְקַן־אַהֲרֹן שֶׁיֹּרֵד עַל־פִּי מִדּוֹתָיו׃

ka-SHE-men ha-TOV al-ha-ROSH yo-RED al-ha-ZA-kan ze-KAN-a-ha-ROn she-yo-RED al-PI mi-do-TAV

It is like fine oil on the head running down onto the beard, the beard of Aharon, that comes down over the collar of his robe;

כְּטַל־חֶרְמוֹן שֶׁיֹּרֵד עַל־הַרְרֵי צִיּוֹן כִּי שָׁם צִוָּה יְהֹוָה אֶת־הַבְּרָכָה חַיִּים עַד־הָעוֹלָם׃

k’-tal kher-MON she-yo-RAYD al ha-r’-RAY tzi-YON KEE SHAM tzi-VAH a-do-NAI et ha-b’-ra-KHAH kha-YEEM ad ha-o-LAM

like the dew of Chermon that falls upon the mountains of Tzion. There Hashe ordained blessing, everlasting life.