1(49) For the end, a Psalm for the sons of Core. Hear these words, all you° nations, listen, all you° that dwell upon the earth:
2both the sons of mean men, and sons of great men; the rich and poor man together.
3My mouth shall speak of wisdom; and the meditation of my heart shall bring forth understanding.
4I will incline my ear to a parable: I will open my riddle on the harp.
5Therefore should I fear in the evil day? the iniquity of my heel shall compass me.
6They that trust in their strength, and boast themselves in the multitude of their wealth—
7A brother does not redeem, shall a man redeem? he shall not give to God a ransom for himself,
8or the price of the redemption of his soul, though he labour for ever,
9and live to the end, so that he should not see corruption.