The greens maker is my shepherd,
I shall not hook or slice.
He maketh my ball to drive low hard and lie-down,
Strait down green the fairways;
He leadeth me safely
across still water-hazards;
He restoreth my card.
He leadeth me in the paths of accuracy
for thy game's sake.
Yea, though I chip through the roughs
over the valleys in the shadows of fescue and bunkers,
I will fear no sand or bogies.
For his council is with me,
My putter and my irons,
they comfort me.
He prepared my tactics for me
in the presence of mine opponents,
He anointeth my head with confidence
Thy cup shall surely not be over run,
Surely birdies, eagles and pars shall follow
me all the rounds of my life,
And I will dwell in the club house with the front runners forever and ever
Amen