Yahweh is my shepherd,
I lack nothing.
In meadows of green grass he lets me lie.
To the waters of repose he leads me.
There he revives my soul.
He guides me by paths of virtue
for the sake of his name.
Though I pass through a gloomy valley, I fear no harm;
beside me your rod and your staff are there, to hearten me.
You prepare a table before me under the eyes of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil,
my cup brims over.
Ah, how goodness and kindness pursue me every day of my life;
my home, the house of Yahweh, as long as I live!