The laundry is my chore, I shall not want.
The children lie down in green pastures; they splash in muddy waters.
The wash restoreth my clothes: it leadeth me in the paths of cleanliness for all my time.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the depths of the closet, I will fear no stink: for my soap is with me; my washer and dryer, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me for folding: thou annointest my head with sweat; my basket runneth over.
Surely dirty clothes and clean clothes shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the laundryroom for ever.