I have no provider, I shall be in want
I will not lie down in green pastures
I will not rest beside waters of rest
My soul will not be restored
I will continue in my wickedness

I walk through the valley of death
And I fear evil
for God is not with me
I have not God’s rod or staff
to comfort me
 
God has prepared no table before me
I am consumed by my enemies
Instead of goodness wrath will follow me
All the days of my perpetual death
and I shall dwell in the pit of hell forever