The Borg is my shepherd; I shall not resist.
She maketh me to lie down in green alcoves: She leadeth me to my designated work area.
She regenerateth my soul: She leadeth me in the paths of perfection for Her name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for we art one mind…
Thy nanoprobes and thy assimilation tubules they comfort me.
Thou preparest a program before me in the presence of Our enemies: thou fillest my head with circuitry; Our code runneth over.
Surely perfection and adaptation shall follow me for my operational lifetime: and I will dwell in the hive of the Borg for ever.