That man hath perfect blessedness
Who walketh not astray
In counsel of ungodly men
Nor in stands in sinners way
Nor sitteth in the scorners' chair
But placeth his delight
Upon God's law and meditates
On his law day and night
He shall be like a tree that grows
Near planted by a stream
Which in its season yields its fruit
And his leaf fadeth not
And all he does shall prosper well
The wicked are not so
But like they are unto the chaff
Which wind drives to and fro
Judgment there for shall not stand
The wicked and profane
Nor in assembly of the just
Shall wicked men appear
For why the way of righteous men
Unto the Lord is known
Whereas the way of wicked men
Shall quite be overthrown