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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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Date: 5/15/2024 5:29:00 AM
Awesome take on the theme Thriveni. So you're a farmer?
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Date: 5/16/2024 12:06:00 AM
I appreciate your kind visit sir. Yes I am! I love farming, always extracts too much attention and energy. Thank you dear poet.

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