Leader: God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing.
People: You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from.
Leader: True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction.
People: Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I’m not afraid when you walk at my side. Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure.
Leader: You serve me a six-course dinner right in front of my enemies. You revive my drooping head; my cup brims with blessing.
People: Your beauty and love chase after me every…
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