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.
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Psalms 49
Psalms 49:4-9