For the director.לַמְנַצֵּחַOf the sonsלִבְנֵיof Korah.קֹרַחA psalm.מִזְמוֹרHearשִׁמְעוּthis,זֹאתallכָּלyou peoples;הָעַמִּיםgive ear,הַאֲזִינוּallכָּלinhabitantsיֹשְׁבֵיof the world,חָלֶד
bothגַּםhuman beingsבְּנֵי אָדָםandגַּםsonsבְּנֵיof man,אִישׁtogetherיַחַדrichעָשִׁירand needy.וְאֶבְיוֹן
My mouthפִּיwill speakיְדַבֵּרwisdom,חָכְמוֹתand the meditationוְהָגוּתof my heartלִבִּיwill be understanding.תְבוּנוֹת
I will inclineאַטֶּהmy earאָזְנִיto a proverb;לְמָשָׁלI will openאֶפְתַּחwith the lyreבְּכִנּוֹרmy riddle.חִידָתִי
Whyלָמָּהshould I fearאִירָאin the daysבִּימֵיof evil,רָעthe iniquityעֲוֺןof those at my heelsעֲקֵבַיsurrounding me,יְסוּבֵּנִי
those who trustהַבֹּטְחִיםin their wealthעַל חֵילָםand of the abundanceוּבְרֹבof their richesעָשְׁרָםboast?יִתְהַלָּלוּ
A brotherאָחby no meansלֹא פָדֹהcan a manאִישׁransom;יִפְדֶּהhe will notלֹאgiveיִתֵּןto Elohimלֵאלֹהִיםhis price,כָּפְרוֹ
forוְcostlyיֵקַרis the ransomפִּדְיוֹןof their soul,נַפְשָׁםand it ceasesוְחָדַלforever,לְעוֹלָם
that he should liveוִיחִיonעוֹדforeverלָנֶצַחand notלֹאseeיִרְאֶהthe pit.הַשָּׁחַת
Forכִּיhe seesיִרְאֶהthe wiseחֲכָמִיםdie;יָמוּתוּtogetherיַחַדthe foolכְּסִילand the senselessוָבַעַרperish,יֹאבֵדוּand leaveוְעָזְבוּto othersלַאֲחֵרִיםtheir wealth.חֵילָם
Their inner part:קִרְבָּםtheir housesבָּתֵּימוֹforever,לְעוֹלָםtheir dwellingsמִשְׁכְּנֹתָםfrom generation to generation;לְדֹר וָדֹרthey have calledקָרְאוּlandsעֲלֵי אֲדָמוֹתby their names.בִשְׁמוֹתָם
But man,וְאָדָםin his dignity,בִּיקָרdoes notבַּלremain;יָלִיןhe is likeנִמְשַׁלthe livestockכַּבְּהֵמוֹתthat are destroyed.נִדְמוּ
Thisזֶהis their way,דַרְכָּםof those who have folly,כֵּסֶל לָמוֹand of those after themוְאַחֲרֵיהֶםwho are pleasedיִרְצוּwith their mouth.בְּפִיהֶםSelah.סֶלָה
Like sheepכַּצֹּאןfor Sheolלִשְׁאוֹלthey are put;שַׁתּוּdeathמָוֶתshepherds them;יִרְעֵםand the uprightיְשָׁרִיםwill ruleוַיִּרְדּוּover themבָםin the morning;לַבֹּקֶרand their formוְצוּרָםis for Sheolשְׁאוֹלto consume,לְבַלּוֹתfar from its dwelling.מִזְּבֻל לוֹ
ButאַךְElohimאֱלֹהִיםwill ransomיִפְדֶּהmy soulנַפְשִׁיfrom the handמִיַּדof Sheol,שְׁאוֹלforכִּיhe will take me.יִקָּחֵנִיSelah.סֶלָה
Do notאַלfearתִּירָאwhenכִּיa manאִישׁgrows rich,יַעֲשִׁרwhenכִּיthe gloryכְּבוֹדof his houseבֵּיתוֹincreases;יִרְבֶּה
forכִּיin his deathבְמוֹתוֹhe will notלֹאtake awayיִקַּחanything;הַכֹּלhis gloryכְּבוֹדוֹwill notלֹאgo downיֵרֵדafter him.אַחֲרָיו
Thoughכִּיin his lifeבְּחַיָּיוhe blessesיְבָרֵךְhis soul,נַפְשׁוֹand they praise youוְיוֹדֻךָbecauseכִּיyou do wellתֵיטִיבfor yourself,לָךְ
he will goתָּבוֹאtoעַדthe generationדּוֹרof his fathers;אֲבוֹתָיוthey will neverעַד נֵצַח לֹאseeיִרְאוּlight.אוֹר
Manאָדָםin dignity,בִּיקָרbut who does notוְלֹאunderstand,יָבִיןis likeנִמְשַׁלthe livestockכַּבְּהֵמוֹתthat are destroyed.נִדְמוּ