Don't listen to the schemes of the wicked,
Don't stand on the path of sinners,
Don't sit in the scoffer's seat,
But I love God's law,
Thinking day and night,
Blessed is this man.
He will be like a tree planted by a stream,
Timely results,
The leaves have not withered.
Everything he did went smoothly.
The wicked are not like this,
It's like a chaff blown away by the wind.
So at the trial,
The wicked will not stand;
So are sinners in the assembly of the righteous.
For the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
But the way of the wicked will perish.
Wheat has a more beautiful song.