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Psalms.
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Chapter 49.
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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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both low and high, rich and poor together.
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My mouth will speak words of wisdom. My heart will utter understanding.
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I will incline my ear to a proverb. I will solve my riddle on the harp.
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Why should I fear in the days of evil, when iniquity at my heels surrounds me?
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Those who trust in their wealth, and boast in the multitude of their riches—
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none of them can by any means redeem his brother, nor give God a ransom for him.
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For the redemption of their life is costly, no payment is ever enough,
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that he should live on forever, that he should not see corruption.
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For he sees that wise men die; likewise the fool and the senseless perish, and leave their wealth to others.
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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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But man, despite his riches, doesn’t endure. He is like the animals that perish.
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This is the destiny of those who are foolish, and of those who approve their sayings. Selah.
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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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But God will redeem my soul from the power of Sheol, for he will receive me. Selah.
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Don’t be afraid when a man is made rich, when the glory of his house is increased;
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for when he dies he will carry nothing away. His glory won’t descend after him.
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Though while he lived he blessed his soul— and men praise you when you do well for yourself—
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he shall go to the generation of his fathers. They shall never see the light.
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A man who has riches without understanding, is like the animals that perish.
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