The Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want;
he makes me down to lie in pastures green;
he leadeth me the quiet waters by.
My soul, he doth restore again, and me to walk
doth make within the paths of righteousness,
even for his own name’s sake.
Although I walk in death’s dark vale,
yet will I fear no ill; for thou art with me;
and thy rod and staff me comfort still.
My table thou hast furnished in presence
of my foes; my head thou dost with oil anoint,
and my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy all my life shall surely
follow me, and in God’s house for evermore
my dwelling place shall be.