God is my sheephearde,
therefore I can lacke nothyng:
He wyll cause me to repose my selfe in pasture full of grasse,
and he wyll leade me unto calme waters.
He wyll convert my soule:
he wyll bring me foorth into the pathes of righteousnesse for his name sake.
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I wyll feare no euyll: for thou art with me,
thy rodde and thy staffe be the thynges that do comfort me.
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