I went to an Anglican Requiem Mass the other day and we recited the Coverdale Twenty-third Psalm, older than the King James Version. It is a beautiful translation and I love it especially in John Rutter's setting, opened by the haunting strains of a solo oboe followed by crystal clear soprano melody.
The Lord is my shepherd: therefore can I lack nothing.
He shall feed me in a green pasture: and lead me forth beside the waters of comfort.
He shall convert my soul: and bring me forth in the paths of righteousness, for his Name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff comfort me.
Thou shalt prepare a table before me against them that trouble me: thou has anointed my head with oil, and my cup shall be full.
But thy loving-kindness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
This is one of my favorite places in the world, the Isle of Arran in Scotland, with a view overlooking Whiting Bay. The sheep were quietly grazing as I strolled past them, the sun shining warmly after a furious rainstorm. The sky was an unforgettable sapphire blue.