The Lord is my shepherd
I shall not want
He makes me to lie down in green pastures
He leads me in the path of righteousness for his name sake
He restores my soul
Yea, though I walk through the shadow of death
I will fear no evil
For you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies, You onioned my head with oil
My cup runs over, Surely shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the lord forever.
Amen
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