The Lord is my sheperd there is nothing I shall want.
Fresh and green are the pastures where he gives me repose.
Near restful waters he leads me, to revive my drooping spirit.
He guids me along the right path. He is true to his name.
If I should walk in the valley of darkness, no evil would I fear.
You are there with your crook and your staff;
with these you give me comfort.
You have prepared a banquet for me in the signt of my foes;
My head you have anointed with oil; my cup is overflowing.
Surely goodness and kindness shall follow me all the days of my life.
In the Lord's own house I shall dwell for ever and ever,
In the Lord's own house I shall dwell for ever.