Psalm 23

David (Scottish metrical version)

 

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,

E’en for his own name’s sake.

 

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,

Yet will I fear no ills,

For though art with me, and thy rod

And staff me 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 thy house forevermore

My dwelling place shall be.