1 To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.
2 Both low and high, rich and poor, together.
3 My mouth shall speak of wisdom; and the meditation of my heart
4 I will incline mine ear to a parable: I will open my dark saying upon the harp.
5 Wherefore should I fear in the days of evil,
6 They that trust in their wealth, and boast themselves in the multitude of their riches;
7 None
8 (For the redemption of their soul
9 That he should still live for ever,
10 For he seeth
11 Their inward thought
12 Nevertheless man
13 This their way
14 Like sheep they are laid in the grave; death shall feed on them; and the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; and their beauty shall consume in the grave from their dwelling.
15 But God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave: for he shall receive me. Selah.
16 Be not thou afraid when one is made rich, when the glory of his house is increased;
17 For when he dieth he shall carry nothing away: his glory shall not descend after him.
18 Though while he lived he blessed his soul: and
19 He shall go to the generation of his fathers; they shall never see light.
20 Man