YLT(i)
2 Both low and high, together rich and needy.
3 My mouth speaketh wise things, And the meditations of my heart are things of understanding.
4 I incline to a simile mine ear, I open with a harp my riddle:
5 Why do I fear in days of evil? The iniquity of my supplanters doth compass me.
6 Those trusting on their wealth, And in the multitude of their riches, Do shew themselves foolish. 7 A brother doth no one at all ransom, He doth not give to God his atonement. 8 And precious is the redemption of their soul, And it hath ceased—to the age. 9 And still he liveth for ever, He seeth not the pit.
6 Those trusting on their wealth, And in the multitude of their riches, Do shew themselves foolish. 7 A brother doth no one at all ransom, He doth not give to God his atonement. 8 And precious is the redemption of their soul, And it hath ceased—to the age. 9 And still he liveth for ever, He seeth not the pit.