To the conductor. Of the sons of Korah. A melody.1Hear this, all the peoples; listen, all the dwellers of the age.2Both low and high, rich and poor together.3My mouth speaks wisdom, and the meditation of my heart understanding.4I incline my ear to a proverb; I open my riddle with the lyre.5Why should I fear in days of evil, when the iniquity of my supplanters turns upon me?6Those who trust in their strength and boast in the abundance of their riches.7No man can ransom his brother or give to God a ransom for him.8The redemption of their soul is precious and ceases forever.9He shall live still to perpetuity and shall not see the Pit.10For he sees that the wise die together with the fool and the stupid; they perish and leave their strength to others.11Their houses remain forever and their tabernacles from generation to generation; they call lands by their names.12Yet man in his preciousness does not endure; he is likened to animals that cease.13This is their way, their folly; and after them their mouth accepts it. Selah.14Like a flock they are appointed to Sheol; death pastures them, and the upright rule over them until morning; their image and their rock waste away in Sheol from its elevation.15Surely God ransoms my soul from the hand of Sheol, for he takes me. Selah.16Do not fear when a man becomes rich, when the glory of his house multiplies.17For in his death he takes nothing; his glory does not go down after him.18Though in his life he blesses his soul and they give you thanks when you do good to him.19He comes to the generation of his fathers and to perpetuity; they do not see light.20Man in preciousness does not understand; he is likened to animals that cease.