The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in
green pastures: He leadeth me
beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leadeth
me in the paths of righteousness
for His Name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear not evil:
for Thou art with me;
Thy rod and Thy staff:
they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil;
My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall
follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in
the House of the Lord for ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem