I'll not want;

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green; 

he leadeth me

The quiet waters by.


And me towalk doth make.

Within the paths of righteousness

E'en for his own name's sake.


in death's dark vale,

Yet will I fear no ill;

For thou art with me 

and thy rod

And staff me comfort still.


In presence of my foes:

My head thou dost with oil anoint,

And my cup overflows.


Shall surely follow me,

And in God's house for evermore.

My dwelling place shall be. 

A-MEN.