Can’t touch this

You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
-Psalm 23:5

I'm in a dark room, and the tormentors are doing what they do best: tormenting me. Suddenly, there is a blinding light as Jesus enters the room, sending the tormentors scattering as they try and find shadows to hide in. Jesus walks up to me, and without a word, snaps his fingers, and a table appears with a nice table cloth and a little flower. He sits me down, and then he stares down the torments, almost as if to say "I dare you to try something." He turns back to me and fills my cup with his wine, pouring and pouring till it overflows. And then he keeps pouring. Me? The whole time I just have a dumb grin on my face as I stick it to the tormentors. Can't touch this.