Joyfully, I drink from your living stream,
And my tree shall surely flourish.
From the Lord's instruction I glean,
My soul shall it daily nourish.
Not like the wicked who mock and scheme,
For they shall surely perish
For the righteous the Lord shall redeem,
But the way of the wicked leads to ruin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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