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This article is a much loved classic published by Reader's Digest and related to the 23rd Psalm. It was written by James K. Wallace. If you love Psalm 23, you will find this article informative and uplifting. Enjoy!
The Basque Sheepherder and the Shepherd Psalm
(The most requested reprint on the 40th anniversary of the Reader's
Digest in Canada. Condensed from "The National Wool Grower" by James K. Wallace)
Old Ferando D'Alphonso is a Basque shepherd employed by one of the big
Nevada sheep outfits. He is rated as one of the best sheep rangers in the
state, and he should be; for behind him are at least 20 generations of
Iberian shepherds. But D'Alfonso is more than a sheepherder; he is a
patriarch of his guild, the traditions and secrets of which have been
handed down from generation to generation. Despite a 30-year absence from his homeland he is still full of the legends, the mysteries, the religious fervour of his native hills. I sat with him one night under the
clear,starry skies, his sheep bedded down beside a pool of sparkling water.
As we were preparing to curl up in our blankets, he began to quote the 23rd
Psalm. There, in the desert, I learned the shepherd's literal interpretation of this beautiful poem. "David and his ancestors", said D'Alphonso, "knew sheep and their ways, and David has translated a sheep's musing into simple words. The daily repetition of this Psalm fills the sheepherder with reverence for his calling. We take this poem as a lodestone to guide us. It is our bulwark when the days are hot or stormy; when the nights are dark; when wild animals surround our bands. Many of its lines are statements of the simple requirements and actual duties of a Holy Land shepherd, whether he lives today or followed the same calling 6000
years ago. Phrase by phrase, it has a well understood meaning for us."
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
"Sheep instinctively know", said D'Alphonso, "that they have been folded for the night, the shepherd has mapped out their grazing for the morrow. It may be that he will take them back over the same range; it may be that he will go to a new grazing ground. They do not worry. His guidance has been good in the past and they have faith in the future because they know he has their well-being in view."
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
"Sheep graze from around sunrise until late morning. They then lie down for three or four hours and rest," said D'Alphonso. "When they are contentedly chewing their cuds, the shepherd knows they are putting on fat. Consequently the good shepherd starts his flocks out in the early hours on the rougher herbage, moving on through the morning to the richer, sweeter grasses, finally coming with the band to a shady place for its forenoon rest in fine green pastures, for the best grazing of the day. Sheep, while
resting in such happy surroundings, feel contentment."
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
"Every shepherd knows," said the Basque, "that sheep do not like to drink gurgling water. There are many small springs high in the Holy and, whose waters run down the valleys only to evaporate in the desert sun.
Although the sheep need the water, they prefer not to drink from these
fast-flowing streams. The shepherd must find a place where rocks or erosion have made a little pool, or else he fashions with his hands a pocket sufficient to hold at least a bucketful."
He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths or righteousness for
His name's sake.
"Holy Land sheep exceed in herding instinct the Spanish Merino or the
French Rambouillet," D'Alphonso continued. "Each takes his place in the grazing line in the morning and keeps the same position throughout the day.
During the day, however, a sheep may leave its place and go to the
shepherd. Whereupon the shepherd stretches out his hand as the sheep
approaches with expectant eyes and mild little baas. The shepherd rubs its nose and ears, scratches its chin, whispers affectionately in its ears. The sheep, meanwhile rubs against his leg, or if the shepherd is sitting down, nibbles at his ear and rubs its cheek against his face. After a few minutes of this communion with the master, the sheep returns to its place in the feeding line."
Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will
fear no evil ... Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
"There is a valley of the shadow of death in the Holy Land. It is south
of the Jericho Road leading from Jerusalem to the Dead Sea and is a narrow defile through the mountain range. Climatic and grazing conditions make it necessary for the sheep to be moved through this valley for seasonal
feeding. "The valley is four and a half miles long. Its sidewalls are over 1500 feet high in places and it is only 10 or 12 feet wide at the bottom. Travel through the valley is dangerous, because its floor, badly eroded by cloudbursts, has deep gullies. Actual footing on solid rock is so narrow in places that a sheep cannot turn around, and it is an unwritten law of shepherds that flocks must go up the valley in the morning hours and down towards the eventide, lest flocks meet in the defile. Mules have not been able to make the trip for centuries, but sheep and goat herders from earliest Old Testament days have maintained a passage for their stock.
"About halfway through the valley the walk crosses from one side to the
other at a place where the path is cut in two by an eight-foot gully.
One section of the path is about 18 inches higher than the other; the sheep must jump across it. The shepherd stands at this break and coaxes or forces the sheep to make the leap. If the sheep slips and lands in the gully, the shepherd's staff is brought into play. The old-style crook is encircled around a large sheep's neck or a small sheep's chest, and it is lifted to safety. If a more modern narrow crook is used, the sheep is caught about the hoofs and lifted up to the walk.
"Many wild dogs lurk in the shadows of the valley looking for prey. After a band of sheep has entered the defile, the leader may come upon such a dog. Unable to retreat, the leader baas a warning. The shepherd, skilled in throwing his rod, hurls it at the dog and knocks it into the washed-out
gully where it is easily killed. Thus the sheep have learned to fear no
evil, even in the valley of the shadow of death for their master is there
to aid them and protect them from harm."
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.
"David's meaning is a simple one," said D'Alphonso, "when conditions on
the Holy Land sheep ranges are known. Poisonous plants abound that are
fatal to grazing animals. Each spring the shepherd must be constantly
alert. When he finds the plants, he takes his mattock and goes on ahead of
the flock, grubbing out every stock and root he can see. As he digs out the stocks, he lays them upon little stone pyres, some of which were built by shepherds in Old Testament days, and by the morrow they are dry enough to burn. In the meantime, the sheep are led into the newly prepared pasture, which is now free from poisonous plants, and, in the presence of their deadly plant enemies, they eat in peace."
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
At every sheepfold there is a big earthen bowl of olive oil and a large
stone jar of water. As the sheep come in for the night they are led to a
gate. The shepherd lays his rod across the top of the gateway just higher
than the back of his sheep. As each sheep passes in single file, he quickly examines it for briers in the eyes, snags in the cheek, or scratches. When such conditions are found, he drops the rod across the sheep's back and it steps out of line.
"Each sheep's wounds are carefully cleaned. Then the shepherd dips his
hand into the olive oil and anoints the injury. A large cup is dipped into
the jar of water, kept cool by evaporation in the unglazed pottery, and is brought out - never half full but always overflowing. The sheep will sink its nose into the water clear to the eyes, if fevered and drink until
"When all the sheep are at rest, the shepherd lays his staff on the
ground within reach in case it is needed for protection of the flock during the night, wraps himself in his heavy woollen robe and lies down across the gateway, facing the sheep, for his night's repose.
"So," concluded D'Alphonso, "after all the care and protection the shepherd has given it, a sheep may well soliloquise in the twilight, as
translated into words by David:
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord
(Reprinted in the National Wool Grower, December 1949. This article was published in Reader's Digest in June 1950 and republished in July 1980.)