Psalms 49:1-13 ▼

1 To the chiefe musition, a psalme of the children of Corach. Heare this all ye people: geue eare all ye that dwell in the worlde.

2 As well lowe as high: riche and poore, one with another.

3 My mouth shall vtter wisdome: the cogitations of myne heart wyll bryng foorth knowledge.

4 I wyll encline myne eare to a parable: I wyll open my darke sentence vpon a harpe.

5 Wherfore shoulde I feare in euyll dayes? the wickednesse of my heeles then would compasse me round about.

6 There be some that put their trust in their goodes: and boast them selues in the multitude of their riches.

7 But no man at all can redeeme his brother: nor geue a raunsome vnto God for hym.

8 For the redemption of their soule is very costly, and must be let alone for euer:

9 (49:8) yea though he lyue long and see not the graue.

10 (49:9) For he seeth that wyse men dye: and that the foole and ignoraunt perishe together, and leaue their riches for other.

11 (49:10) And yet they thynke that their houses shall continue for euer, and that their dwellyng places shall endure from one generation to another: therfore they call landes after their owne names.

12 (49:11) Neuerthelesse, man can not abyde in such honour: he is but lyke vnto bruite beastes that perishe.

13 (49:12) This their way is their foolishnesse: yet their posteritie prayse their saying. Selah.