the lords my shepherd ill not want he makes 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 een for his own names sake  yea though i walk in deaths dark vale yet will i fear no ill for thou art with me and thy rod and staff me comfort still  my table thou hast furnished 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 gods house forever more my dwelling place shall be 