My throat goes dry,
My eyes get teary,
I find myself worrying,
Wanting to run and hide,
But the Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not lack,
In difficulty,
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
And leads me besides still waters,
I want to run and hide,
In the midst of terror,
Your rod and staff,
They comfort me,
When enemies have turned against me,
When my friends have deserted me,
Your anoint my head with oil,
And my cup overflows
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me,
All the days of my life
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