Psalms 49:4-11

⁴I incline to a simile mine ear, I open with a harp my riddle:

⁵Why do I fear in days of evil? The iniquity of my supplanters doth compass me.

⁶Those trusting on their wealth, And in the multitude of their riches, Do shew themselves foolish.

⁷A brother doth no one at all ransom, He doth not give to God his atonement.

⁸And precious is the redemption of their soul, And it hath ceased — to the age.

⁹And still he liveth for ever, He seeth not the pit.

¹⁰For he seeth wise men die, Together the foolish and brutish perish, And have left to others their wealth.

¹¹Their heart is: Their houses are to the age, Their tabernacles to all generations. They proclaimed their names over the lands.