Psalm 23

I like sheep. They look so harmless and innocent it would almost look like a crime to kill one.
Unfortunately for them, the Jews, in ancient times, would cut the throat of a spotless lamb and burn it at a stone altar. Unfair, isn't it?
Well, yes. But that has to be.
The lamb's life symbolized an offering for Israel's sins, with the spilt blood metaphorically cleansing the people from their imperfections.
Hmm, you may say. This has got something to do with the only way for me to be saved from Hell, does it? Yes, it sure does!

This Psalm, written by King David, is one of my favorites. He compares himself to a sheep under the Shepherd's care.

The Lord is my Shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul:
He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name's sake.

Yes, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil: for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies,
and anoint my head with oil;
my cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.