The Lorde is my shepherde,
therefore can I lack nothing.
He shall fede me in a great pasture,
& leade me forth besyde the waters of comforte.
He shall conuerte my soule,
& bryng me forth in the pathes of ryghteousnes
for hys names sake.
Yee though I walke thorow the valley of the shadow of death,
I will feare no euel, for thou art with me;
thy rodde & thy staffe comforte me.
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