The Lord is my shepherd; my wants are a'kent; the pasture I lie on is growthie and green.
I follow by the lip o' the watirs o' Peace.
He heals and sterklie hauds my saul; and airts me, for his ain name's sake, in a' the fit road o' his holiness.
Aye, and though I bude gang throwe the howe whaur the deid-shadows fa', I'se fear nae skaith nor ill, for that yersel is aye beside me; yere rod and yere cruik they defend me.
My table ye hae plenish't afore the een o' my faes; my heid ye hae chystit wi' oyle; my cup is teemin fu!
And certes, tenderness and mercie sal be my fa' to the end o' my days; and syne I'se bide i' the hoose o' the Lord, for evir and evir mair!
The Bible in Braid Scots