The Lord is no shepherd, he ignores my needs.
He maketh me to lie down in foul waters:
He provides no still waters.
He plagues my soul:
He commands I be righteous for His name' sake.
Yea, though I walk thru the valley of shadow and death,
I fear for he is not with me.
He leaves me and prepares a table for my enemies.
He annoints my head with my own blood; my cup is empty.
Surely travail shall follow me all the days of my life
for you shut the door of your house against me.
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