A banquet is prepared with my cup
running over; my head is anointed with oil.

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall want nothing.
He leads me to rest in green fields;
he leads me always on the path of fidelity
to waters of cool refreshment.

If I have to wander through the valleys of darkness,
no evil at all will I fear.
He shall be present, guiding with kindness;
his shepherd’s staff giving me comfort.

A banquet is prepared with my cup running over;
my head is anointed with oil.
Strength and forgiveness are always with me,
at peace in the house of the Lord.