PURE HEART

The pure in heart are like a chick under the hen.

They are like refined gold,

It is like a diamond when heated,

It never melts in its depression.

A righteous man is under a strong tower that rain cannot wither,

Like dust in the wind is a man whose house is full of inequities,

The wicked are like a fire which quench in the shadow of a wind,

For a cup of win full with the Creator's wrath is their portion.

A day of victory is always to be remembered, but that of success is a seed,

The secret of the strength of a tree is the root,

Like the sun is when a good man rises,

If it falls, tears might flood a kingdom.