23 (1)Psalm 23 Version 1CM
THE Lord’s my Shepherd, I’ll not want:
   He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
    The quiet waters by.
2  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.
3  Yea, though I walk through death’s dark vale,
    Yet will I fear no ill:
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
    And staff me comfort still.
4  My table Thou hast furnishèd
    In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
    And my cup overflows.
5  Goodness and mercy all my life
    Shall surely follow me;
And in God’s house for evermore
    My dwelling-place shall be.
Scottish Psalter, 1650