The Gun is my protector; I shall not want.
It lays waste to my enemy,
makes him lay down in bloody fields.
It troubles the waters.
It restores my manhood;
it proves I am right,
and none deny me for fear of its wrath.
Yes, my enemies shall know the valley
the valley of the shadow of death;
for I am the angel of death.
I shall fear no evil;
for I carry my Gun always,
its trigger and hammer are with me always.
I prepare a table before my enemies,
I anoint my head with oil;
my goblet overflows with no mercy.
Surely no one will follow me;
goodness and mercy shall give me wide passage;
and I will sleep with my Gun forever.
As translated by the NRA