Psalm 1 - Poem by Justin Reamer
Happy the man
who never follows the advice of the wicked
or loiters on the way that sinner take,
or sits about with scoffers,
but finds his pleasure in the Law of Yahweh,
and murmurs His Law day and night.
He is like a tree that is planted
by water streams,
yielding its fruit in season,
its leaves never fading;
success attends all he does.
It is nothing like this with the wicked, nothing like this!
No, these are like chaff
blown away in the wind.
The wicked will not stand firm when Judgement comes,
nor sinners when the virtuous assemble.
For Yahweh takes care of the way the virtuous go,
but the way of the wicked is doomed.
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