PSALM 23

The Jewish Chronicle - - JUDAISM - TRANS­LATED BY RABBI JEF­FERY CO­HEN

The Lord is my shep­herd; No need does He deny; In lush pas­tures

He sets me down; By tran­quil streams

I lie.

The Lord re­stores For His name’s sake My spir­its When they are low; Along right paths He guides me Urg­ing me to fol­low.

Were I to stum­ble into a gorge

Where death had cast its pall

Your Pres­ence would dis­pel my fear

And ever I’d walk tall; Your rod and staff as­sur­ing me I’d never again fall.

You set for me

A ta­ble place —

I eat with­out a qualm — Sur­rounded by en­e­mies Re­solved to do me harm.

With oil of the purest kind My head

You have anointed;

A cup of bless­ing Over­full

For me You have ap­pointed.

May grace and kind­ness Pur­sue me all my days That I may dwell in the Lord’s house, Re­main­ing there al­ways.

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