Blessed is the one who turns away From counsel that would lead the heart astray, Who delights in the word of the Lord And keeps it through the night and day. Like a tree beside the river, Roots held deep where waters run, Fruit arrives within its season, Leaves endure beneath the sun. But the wicked stand like chaff, Driven loose before the wind. They cannot rise when judgment gathers; They have no place among the just. The Lord knows the road of the righteous, He watches every faithful way. One road lives beside the river; One road withers and fades away.