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. My soul he doth restore again; and me to walk doth make within the paths of righteousness, even for his own Name's sake. Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear no ill; for thou art with me; and thy rod and staff my comfort still. My table thou hast furnished in presence of my foes; my head thou dost with oil anoint, and my cup overflows. Goodness and mercy all my life shall surely follow me; and in God's house forevermore my dwelling place shall be.