Blythe may the man be, wha airts-na his gate by the guidin o’ the godlowse; an’ wha stans-na i’ the road o’ wrang-doers; an’ wha louts-na at the down-sittin o’ lowse jaukers.
Bot wi’ the law o’ the LORD is his hail heart’s-gree; an’ owre his rede sigheth he baith day an’ night.