The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for the Lord is with me; his rod and his staff, they comfort me.
He prepares a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
He anoints my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Comparison is my shepherd, I shall always be wanting.
It makes me lie down in dissatisfied sleep–if at all; it leads me to Facebook or Pinterest, only to be frustrated; it saps my strength.
It guides me in the path of judgement, for criticism sake.
Especially when I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will be terrified of not measuring up, of being sorely lacking and alone. I find no comfort here.
If I had to sit at a table with my enemies, I’d have a stroke thinking about it.
It anoints my head with worry; my pulse dashes to the finish line in fear.
Surely, nothing but envy and false smiles will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in limitation forever.