Psalm 23

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. Even when in a famished state I hunt, In pastures green and lush with abundance, He renews my spry and exuberance. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. In gardens of drought He will fortune plant. He leads to quiet pools of fresh water from which I draw strength and endless laughter. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He does my requests for pleasant paths grant. Even when to deepest darkness I stray, He lovingly paves a most glorious way. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. Even when my foes seek my life to hunt, His rod and staff give me all the comfort that allay my fears of every discomfort. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He does my sumptuous feasts and banquets flaunt for my blood thirsty adversaries to see from abased locations on bended knee. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. Even when Satan tries my soul to haunt, His goodness and mercy will follow me until His heavenly abode I see.