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, e'en for his own name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through 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 furnishéd 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 forevermore my dwelling place shall be.