1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 My table thou hast furnishèd
in presence of my foes;
my head with oil thou dost anoint
and my cup overflows.
5 Goodness and mercy all my life
shall surely follow me;
and in God's house for evermore
my dwelling-place shall be.