Blessed is the man who does not walk in the council of the wicked
Nor stand in the way of sinners Nor sit in the seat of mockers
But whose delight is in the law of the Lord
And on that law he meditates day and night
He is like a tree planted near streams of water
Which yields it's fruit in season
Whose leaf does not wither what ever he does prosper
Not so the wicked They are like shaff the wind blows away
Therefor the wicked will not stand in the judgement day