Modern Version Psalms 23
The Lord is my master;
I shall not want.
He makes me plough a small
farmland;
He leads me beside as I sow to reap.
He restores my strength;
He leads me in the paths of
honesty
For His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through
the valley of manipulation*,
I will fear no poverty;
For You are with me;
Your Discipline and Your Sacrifice, they comfort me.
You give me voice in the
presence of my enemies;
You bless me with resilience;
My gratitude remains ever.
Surely humbleness and content shall follow
me
All the breaths of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the
Lord
Forever.
* In farming we do manipulate by using fertilizers, insecticides, genetic modification, hoarding for better price & search ways to avoid heavy loss in investment.
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