I walked not in the counsel of the wicked,
I stood not in the path of sinners,
I sat not in the seat of scoffers.
But my delight was in the law of the Lord,
And in His law, I meditated day and night.
I was like a tree planted by streams of water,
Fruitful in its season,
Leaves unwithering.
In all I did, I flourished.
The wicked are not so,
But like chaff, blown away by the wind.
The wicked will not stand in judgment,
Nor sinners in the assembly of the righteous.
For the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
But the way of the wicked will perish.
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