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² I can't find rest in any pasture, how dare he think he can lead me, I shall find my own; I don't need anyone to lead me beside any waters,.

³ My soul is in great need of restoration, though I don't care to admit it; I know not where the path of righteousness is, although I pretend that I do.

⁴ Oh, when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear all evil, since nobody is with me; there is no comfort, nor security anywhere for me.

⁵ My enemies eat of the table that should be mine, there is nothing left for me; my own intelligence isn't enough to guide me; my cup is empty, for it has a hole in it.

⁶ Surely evil and cruelty shall follow me all the days of my life; and when my end comes, the worms will eat me, I have no hope.