The Lord is my shepherd;
There is nothing I lack.
He lets me lie down
in green pastures;
He leads me beside quiet waters.
He renews my life;
He leads me
along the right paths
for His Name's sake.
Even when I go through
the darkest valley,
I fear no danger,
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff-
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
Only goodness and faithful love
will pursue me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in
The House of the Lord as long as I live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem