The Lord is my shepherd,
There is nothing I shall want.
Fresh and green are the pastures
Where He gives me repose.
Near restful waters He leads me,
To revive my drooping spirit.
 
You have prepared a banquet for me
In the sight of my foes.
My head you have anointed with oil,
My cup is overflowing.
 
Surely goodness and kindness shall follow me
All the days of my life,
In the Lord’s own house shall I dwell
Forever and ever.