Psalm 23 (Dominus regit me)

The Lord, the Lord my shepheard is,
And so can never I
Tast missery.
He rests me in greene pasture his:
By waters still and sweete
He guides my feete.

Hee me revives; leades me the way,
Which righteousnesse doth take,
For his name sake.
Yea, though I should through valleys stray
Of deathes dark shade, I will
Noe whitt feare ill.

For thou, deere Lord, thou me besett'st;
Thy rodd and thy staff be
To comfort me:
Before me thou a table sett'st,
Even when foes envious eye
Doth it espy.

Thou oil'st my head, thou fill'st my cupp,
Nay, more, thou endlesse good,
Shalt give me food.
To thee, I say, ascended up,
Where thou, the Lord of all,
Dost hold thy hall.