The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leas me beside quiet waters.
He restores my soul;
He guides me in the path of righteousness
for His name's sake.
Even though I walk through
The Valley of the Shadow of Death,
I fear no evil, for You are with me;
Your rod and staff,
They comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the
Presence of my enemies;
You have anointed my head with oil;
My cup overflows.
Surely goodness and loving kindness
Will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the
House of the Lord forever.
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