To the choirmaster. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. Hear this, all peoples! Give ear, all inhabitants of the world,
both low and high, rich and poor together!
My mouth shall speak wisdom; the meditation of my heart shall be understanding.
Why should I fear in times of trouble, when the iniquity of those who cheat me surrounds me,
for the ransom of their life is costly and can never suffice,
Their graves are their homes forever, their dwelling places to all generations, though they called lands by their own names.
This is the path of those who have foolish confidence; yet after them people approve of their boasts.
Be not afraid when a man becomes rich, when the glory of his house increases.
For when he dies he will carry nothing away; his glory will not go down after him.
Man in his pomp yet without understanding is like the beasts that perish.