THE LORDS’ PETITION.
The lord is my shepherd; I shall not be in demand. He caused me to incline horizontally on photosynthesized flora. He directs me besides the stationary aqua. He reimburses my soul. He leads me in the passage of moral uprightness for the alphabetic construction of his divine dignity. Yea though I perambulate in the glen of the umbrage of mortality, I shall not be perturbed by any appalling catastrophe. For thou art with me, thy wand and thy crook they minimize my melancholy, thou organizes a table before me in the presence of my foes. You anoint my skull with oil, my chalice overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall precede after me all the earth rotations of my life. And I shall eternalize my habitation in the metropolis of divinity. Amen.
DEESAM
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