Classic Poem

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.


He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
He leadeth me beside still waters.
He restoreth my soul:
He guideth me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.


Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil;
For thou art with me:
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.


Thou preparest a table before me
In the presence of mine enemies.
Thou anointest my head with oil:
My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.