Mavhesi emuBhaibheri Ane Mukurumbira kubva kuna Psalms 23

Pakurirana nevamwe

Whaun I am boon to traivel doon The mirky Glen o’ Daith, Nae dreid I bruik, His stave and crook Sal haud me free o’ skaith.

E’en as a shepherd tents his sheep, The Lord for me doth fend

Guidness and mercy a’ my days Are siccar at my side; And in God’s hame I’ll be fu’ fain For evermair to bide.

He mak’s me rest, whaur pasture’s best, And wimplin’ waters wend. Sood my soul ail, He mak’s it hale And airts my feet to gang, For His name’s sake, the bonny gait, Whaur’s nocht o’ ill or wrang.