The Lorde is my shepherde,
I can wante nothinge.
He fedeth me in a grene pasture,
and ledeth me to a fresh water.
He quickeneth my soule,
& bringeth me forth in the waye of rightuousnes
for his names sake.
Though I shulde walke now in the valley of the shadowe of death,
yet I feare no euell, for thou art with me:
thy staffe & thy shepehoke comforte me.
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