The Lord is my Sheperd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters

He restoreth my soul:
He leadeth me in the path of righteousness for His name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:
for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

-King David
Recalling a poem he wrote in his youth.