Coverdale(i)
1 The LORDE is my shepherde, I can wante nothinge.
2 He fedeth me in a grene pasture, ad ledeth me to a fresh water.
3 He quickeneth my soule, & bringeth me forth in the waye of rightuousnes for his names sake.
4 Though I shulde walke now in the valley of the shadowe of death, yet I feare no euell, for thou art with me: thy staffe & thy shepehoke coforte me.
5 Thou preparest a table before me agaynst mine enemies: thou anoyntest my heade with oyle, & fyllest my cuppe full.