The Lord is my Engineer, I shall not break down.
He shuts me off in well-stocked workshops.
He runs me beside full refineries.
he repairs my soul.
He leads me on straight rails
for his Name’s sake.
Even though I chug up the darkest mountain,
I fear no evil;
for you are with me;
your wrench and your driver –
they comfort me.
You prepare a workbench before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my gears with oil;
my tank overflows.
Surely I shall pull goodness and mercy
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the garage of the Lord
my whole life long.