The Lord is my shepherd; I shall want nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
and leads me beside the waters of peace;
he renews life within me,
and for his name's sake guides me in the right path.

Even though I walk through a valley dark
as death I fear no evil, for thou art wit thy
staff and thy crook are my comfort.

Thou spreadest a table for me sight of my enemies;
 thou hast richly bathed my head with oil,
my cup runs over.
Goodness and love unfailing, these will follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of
the Lord my whole life long.


New English Bible
(1970: only the 2nd "official" translation based on original sources)

Collaboration Sister Zuleides



Versão em Português

 











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