paraphrase of the first psal

the an, life wherever pc&039;d,

hath happess store,

who walks not the wicked&039;s way,

nor learns their guilty lore!

nor fro the seat of srnful pride

casts forth his eyes abroad,

but with huility and awe

still walks before his god

that an shall flourish like the trees,

which by the strealets grow;

the fruitful is spread on high,

and fir the root below

but he whose blos buds guilt

shall to the ground be cast,

and, like the rootless stubble, tost

before the sweepg bst

for why? that god the good adore,

hath giv&039;n the peace and rest,

but hath decreed that wicked n

shall ne&039;er be truly blest