For the choir director. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
Give ear, all inhabitants of the world,
Rich and poor together.
And the meditation of my heart will be understanding.
I will express my riddle on the harp.
When the iniquity of my foes surrounds me,
And boast in the abundance of their riches?
Or give to God a ransom for him —
And he should cease trying forever —
That he should not undergo decay.
The stupid and the senseless alike perish
And leave their wealth to others.
And their dwelling places to all generations;
They have called their lands after their own names.
He is like the beasts that perish.
And of those after them who approve their words.
Selah.
Death shall be their shepherd;
And the upright shall rule over them in the morning,
And their form shall be for Sheol to consume
So that they have no habitation.
For He will receive me.
Selah.
When the glory of his house is increased;
His glory will not descend after him.
And though men praise you when you do well for yourself —
They will never see the light.
Is like the beasts that perish.