[Bless’d is the man who shuns the place.]

Watt's Psalm 1

1.BANNIT ta’n dooinney, ta treigeil
Raaidyn yn sleih peccoil;
Raad ta drogh-yantee coyrt meeteil;
As ynnyd ny craidoil.

2 Agh goo yn Chiarn ta taitnys da,
Lane gerjagh t’echey veih;
T’eh lbaih ny geaishtagh rish ‘sy laa,
As smooinaght er ‘syn oie.

3 T’eh myr yn billey mie shen, ta
Rish oirr ny hawin messoil;
Sauchey veih’n gheay ta fioghey’s skah,
Ny hoie ayns boayl sheeoil.

4 Cha yel eh neu.vessoil as lhome;
Agh cronnal ta e vess;
Messyn graysoil, myr dossyn trome,
T’er biljyn feeyney gaase.

5 Agh sleih peccoil cha vel myr shen,
Ta geiyrt da raad neu-chooie:
T’ad myr y coau ta lesh scaa-lhean
Eebyrit jeh’n laare-vooie.

6 Ayns briwnys cha vod peccee eisht
Shassoo fud deinney mie;
Tra nee yn briw Creest, coyrt lesh
Gys gloyr, ny nooghyn thie

7 Yeesey dy voddym freayll dty leigh,
Niartee mee lesh dty ghrayse;
Dy voddym sbaghney cronney’n sleih,
Ta shooyl yn raad gys baase.

Blest is the man who shuns the place
Where sinners love to meet;
Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer's seat:

But in the statutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

[He, like a plant of gen'rous kind,
By living waters set,
Safe from the storms and blasting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.]

Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.

Not so the impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.

Sinners in judgment shall not stand
Amongst the sons of grace,
When Christ, the Judge, at his right hand
Appoints his saints a place.

His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.