23 1-3 God, my shepherd!
    I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
    you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word,
    you let me catch my breath
    and send me in the right direction.

Even when the way goes through
    Death Valley,
I’m not afraid
    when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook
    makes me feel secure.

You serve me a six-course dinner
    right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
    my cup brims with blessing.

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    he refreshes my soul.(A)
He guides me(B) along the right paths(C)
    for his name’s sake.(D)
Even though I walk
    through the darkest valley,[a](E)
I will fear no evil,(F)
    for you are with me;(G)
your rod and your staff,
    they comfort me.

You prepare a table(H) before me
    in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;(I)
    my cup(J) overflows.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 23:4 Or the valley of the shadow of death