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,
even for his own name's sake.
3 Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale,
yet will I fear none 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 thou dost with oil 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.