The Lord is my Shepherd
To lead, guide, and shield me;
I shall not lack.
He lies me down in fresh, tender green pastures;
He leads me beside the still and restful waters.
He refreshes and restores my life;
He leads me in the paths of uprightness
And right standing with Him-
Not for my earning,
But for His Name's sake.
Yes, though I walk through
The deep, sunless Valley of the Shadow of Death,
I will fear nor dread no evil;
Your rod to protect and Your staff to guide,
They comfort me.
You prepare a table for me
In the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
My brimming cup overflows.
Surely goodness is with me always,
And I will live with You forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem