The Lord's my Shepherd,
I'll not want:
He maketh me down to lie
In pastures green;
he leadeth me
The quiet waters by.
My soul He doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
E'en for His own Name's sake.
Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale,
Yet will I fear none ill;
For Thou art with me; and
Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.
My table
Thou hast furnishèd In presence of my foes;
My head
Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.
Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me;
And in God's house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.
– Scots Metrical Psalter, 1650
No comments:
Post a Comment