My shepherd is Jehovah --- For nothing do I want.
He sets me to rest in pastures lush and verdant.
He leads me to drink in the streams of tranquil waters
That uplift my spirit and lend me renewed strength.
He guides me sure-footed onto the proper paths
That I may be a credit, an honor to his name.
Even though I pass through valleys treacherous and dark,
Fear is not upon me, for he is close beside,
With his rod and shepherd’s crook to keep me well in line.
He lays out a table and fixes a feast for me
While those who give me grief begrudgingly look on.
He pours upon my head a blessing dose of oil
And refills my cup so it brims to overflowing.
His mercy and his love will be with me forever
And I will make my home with him for all of my days.
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