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Psalms Chapter 49
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1 For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. Hear this, all you peoples. Listen, all you inhabitants of the world,
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2 both low and high, rich and poor together.
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3 My mouth will speak words of wisdom. My heart will utter understanding.
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4 I will incline my ear to a proverb. I will solve my riddle on the harp.
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5 Why should I fear in the days of evil, when iniquity at my heels surrounds me?
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6 Those who trust in their wealth, and boast in the multitude of their riches—
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7 none of them can by any means redeem his brother, nor give God a ransom for him.
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8 For the redemption of their life is costly, no payment is ever enough,
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9 that he should live on forever, that he should not see corruption.
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10 For he sees that wise men die; likewise the fool and the senseless perish, and leave their wealth to others.
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11 Their inward thought is that their houses will endure forever, and their dwelling places to all generations. They name their lands after themselves.
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12 But man, despite his riches, doesn’t endure. He is like the animals that perish.
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13 This is the destiny of those who are foolish, and of those who approve their sayings. Selah.
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14 They are appointed as a flock for Sheol. Death shall be their shepherd. The upright shall have dominion over them in the morning. Their beauty shall decay in Sheol, far from their mansion.
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15 But God will redeem my soul from the power of Sheol, for he will receive me. Selah.
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16 Don’t be afraid when a man is made rich, when the glory of his house is increased;
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17 for when he dies he will carry nothing away. His glory won’t descend after him.
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18 Though while he lived he blessed his soul— and men praise you when you do well for yourself—
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19 he shall go to the generation of his fathers. They shall never see the light.
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20 A man who has riches without understanding, is like the animals that perish.
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