Shepard is my battlemaster; she hath no match.
She maketh me to rip heads off slavers; she leadeth me into glorious battle.
She restoreth my health; she leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for her name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Shep art with me; thy biotics and thy Black Widow, they comfort me.
She preparest a table for me in the mess hall; she annointeth my head with medi-gel; my Mako runneth over (everything).
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the Normandy under Shepard for ever.