The lord gouerneþ me, and no þing schal faile to me; in þe place of pasture, þere he haþ set me. He nurschide me on þe watir of refresching; he conuertid my soule. He ledde me forþ on þe paþþis of ri3tfulnesse, for his name. For whi, þou3 y schal go in þe myddis of schadewe of deeþ, y schal not drede yuelis; for þou art wiþ me: Thi 3erde & þi staf, þo han confortid me. Thou hast maad redi a boord in my si3t, a3enes hem þat trublen me; Thou hast maad fat myn heed wiþ oile; & my cuppe fillynge gretli is ful cleer. And þi merci schal sue me in alle þe daies of my liyf; And þat y dwelle in þe hous of þe lord, in-to þe lengþe of daies.

It's Sunday and I thought I'd toss that into the mix. Have a great day everyone.