The world is my trash bin; I shall not want.
I ruin its green pastures,
pour lead into its still waters,
but it restores my soul and leads me
in the paths of blamelessness
for my shareholders’ sake. 

Yes, though I walk through the valley
of the shadow of its death,
I will fear no laws for they are with me.
My rules and my staff, they comfort me.

So, prepare a table in the presence of my enemies.
Anoint my head with crude oil!
My revenue cup runs over.
Surely profits and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life
and I will dwell
in the untaxed house of the world for ever.