The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside still waters;
He restores my soul.
He leads me in right paths
For His Name's sake.
Even though I walk through
The darkest valley,
I fear no evil;
For You are right 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.
Surely goodness and mercy
Shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in
The House of the Lord
My whole life long.
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