To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
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1Hear this, all people, and give ear, all in the world that dwell; 2Both low and high, both rich and poor. 3My mouth shall wisdom tell: | My heart shall knowledge meditate. 4I will incline mine ear To parables, and on the harp my sayings dark declare. | 5Amidst those days that evil be, why should I, fearing, doubt? When of my heels th’ iniquity shall compass me about. | 6Whoe’er they be that in their wealth their confidence do pitch, And boast themselves, because they are become exceeding rich: | 7Yet none of these his brother can redeem by any way; Nor can he unto God for him sufficient ransom pay, | 8(Their soul’s redemption precious is, and it can never be,) 9That still he should for ever live, and not corruption see. | 10For why? he seeth that wise men die, and brutish fools also Do perish; and their wealth, when dead, to others they let go. | 11Their inward thought is, that their house and dwelling-places shall Stand through all ages; they their lands by their own names do call. | 12But yet in honour shall not man abide continually; But passing hence, may be compar’d unto the beasts that die. | 13Thus brutish folly plainly is their wisdom and their way; Yet their posterity approve what they do fondly say. | 14Like sheep they in the grave are laid, and death shall them devour; And in the morning upright men shall over them have pow’r: | Their beauty from their dwelling shall consume within the grave. 15But from hell’s hand God will me free, for he shall me receive. | 16Be thou not then afraid when one enriched thou dost see, Nor when the glory of his house advanced is on high: | 17For he shall carry nothing hence when death his days doth end; Nor shall his glory after him into the grave descend. | 18Although he his own soul did bless whilst he on earth did live; (And when thou to thyself dost well, men will thee praises give;) | 19He to his fathers’ race shall go, they never shall see light. 20Man honour’d wanting knowledge is like beasts that perish quite. | |