Psalm 49 or
Coverdale
Audite haec, omnes

1Hear this, all you peoples;
hearken, all you who dwell in the world, *
you of high degree and low, rich and poor together.

2My mouth shall speak of wisdom, *
and my heart shall meditate on understanding.

3I will incline my ear to a proverb *
and set forth my riddle upon the harp.

4Why should I be afraid in evil days, *
when the wickedness of those at my heels surrounds me,

5The wickedness of those who put their trust in their goods, *
and boast of their great riches?

6We can never ransom ourselves, *
or deliver to God the price of our life;

7For the ransom of our life is so great, *
that we should never have enough to pay it,

8In order to live for ever and ever, *
and never see the grave.

9For we see that the wise die also;
like the dull and stupid they perish *
and leave their wealth to those who come after them.

10Their graves shall be their homes for ever,
their dwelling places from generation to generation, *
though they call the lands after their own names.

11Even though honored, they cannot live for ever; *
they are like the beasts that perish.

12Such is the way of those who foolishly trust in themselves, *
and the end of those who delight in their own words.

13Like a flock of sheep they are destined to die;
Death is their shepherd; *
they go down straightway to the grave.

14Their form shall waste away, *
and the land of the dead shall be their home.

15But God will ransom my life; *
he will snatch me from the grasp of death.

16Do not be envious when some become rich, *
or when the grandeur of their house increases;

17For they will carry nothing away at their death, *
nor will their grandeur follow them.

18Though they thought highly of themselves while they lived, *
and were praised for their success,

19They shall join the company of their forebears, *
who will never see the light again.

20Those who are honored, but have no understanding, *
are like the beasts that perish.