The Lord is not my shepherd;
I continually long for more and more.
I always think the grass is greener on the other side;
I am never happy with what I have.
I live for my own glory, to glorify me.

I am led by my own sins,
Into rough waves and high tides.
My soul is not repented;
I trust not in the Lord Jesus.
I do not walk paths of righteousness.

When I walk into the Valley of Death,
I will fear evil.
There is no hope for me,
For the Lord is not with me.
I have made Hell my dwelling place forever and ever.
All doubt will flee away.