The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul;
He leads 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 no evil;
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 runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall
follow me all the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the
House of the Lord forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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