Psalm 23 through
American Indian eyes
This version of
the 23rd Psalm is now in the Indian section of the museum at Banff, Canada.
There is no information as to how old it is but it is evidently a paraphrase
written by a red‑skinned disciple of
the Lord Jesus, in speech familiar to his fellows. The old, old story, clothed
in words comprehensible by each nation and in every age, has always the same
appeal and will never die.
The Great Father above is the Shepherd Chief. I am his and with him I want not.
He throws down to me a rope and the rope of his love and He draws me to where the grass is green and the water is good and I go and lie down satisfied.
Sometimes my heart is weak and falls down but He lifts me up again and draws me into a good road. His name is Wonderful.
Sometimes, it may be soon, but may be long, it may be a long, long time. He will draw me into a place between the mountains. It is dark there but I will not draw back, I will not be afraid, for it is there, between those mountains that the Shepherd Chief will meet me and the hunger I have felt in my heart all through life will be satisfied.
Sometimes he makes the love rope into a whip but afterwards He gives me a staff to lean on. He spreads a table before me with all kinds of food. He puts his hand upon my head and all tired is gone. My cup He fills until it runs over.
What I tell you is true, I lie not. These roads that are away ahead will stay with me through this life and afterwards I will go to live in the Big Tepee and sit down with the Shepherd Chief forever.