The Lord is my shepheard,
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie downe in greene pastures:
he leadeth mee beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soule:
he leadeth me in the pathes of righteousnes for his names sake.
Yea though I walke through the valley of the shadowe of death,
I will feare no evill: for thou art with me,
thy rod and thy staffe, they comfort me.
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