One thing that’s always bugged me with the
metaphor is that while a good (or at least competent) shepherd will
protect sheep from predators, disease, weather, etc., he does so
mainly because he doesn’t want wolves to eat his sheep before he gets
a chance to turn them in to lamb chops himself.
Of course, that’s probably not something he wants to tell the sheep.
below the fold.
The lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green he leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives he releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, he hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then well make the bugger’s eyes water.
—Pink Floyd, Sheep