1 The Lord's my shepherd, I'll not want.
2 He makes me down to lie
in pastures green: he leadeth me
the quiet waters by.
3 My soul he doth restore again;
and me to walk doth make
within the paths of righteousness,
even for his own name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
yet will I fear none ill;
for thou art with me, and thy rod
and staff me comfort still.
5 My table thou hast furnished
in presence of my foes;
my head thou dost with oil anoint,
and my cup overflows.

6 Goodness and mercy all my life
shall surely follow me:
and in God's house for evermore
my dwelling-place shall be.