Psalms of David 49
49
PSALM XLIX.
C. M.
1LET all the list’ning world attend,
And my instruction hear;
2Let high and low, and rich and poor,
With joint consent give ear.
3My mouth, with sacred wisdom fill’d,
Shall good advice impart,
The sound result of prudent thoughts,
Digested in my heart.
4To parables of weighty sense
I will my ear incline;
Whilst to my tuneful harp I sing
Dark words of deep design.
5Why should my courage fail in times
Of danger and of doubt?
When sinners, that would me supplant,
Have compass’d me about?
6Those men that all their hope and trust
In heaps of treasure place,
And boast and triumph, when they see
Their ill-got wealth increase,
7Are yet unable from the grave
Their dearest friend to free;
Nor can by force or bribes reverse
Th’ Almighty Lord’s decree.
8-9Their vain endeavours they must quit;
The price is held too high:
No sums can purchase such a grant,
That man should never die.
10Not wisdom can the wise exempt,
Nor fools their folly save;
But both must perish, and in death
Their wealth to others leave.
11For though they think their stately seats
Shall ne’er to ruin fall;
But their remembrance last in lands
Which by their names they call:
12Yet shall their fame be soon forgot,
How great soe’er their state;
With beasts their memory and they
Shall share one common fate.
The Second Part.
13How great their folly is, who thus
Absurd conclusions make!
And yet their children, unreclaim’d,
Repeat the gross mistake.
14They all, like sheep to slaughter led,
The prey of death are made;
Their beauty, while the just rejoice,
Within the grave shall fade.
15But God will yet redeem my soul,
And from the greedy grave
His greater pow’r shall set me free,
And to himself receive.
16Then fear not thou, when worldly men
In envied wealth abound,
Nor though their prosp’rous house increase,
With state and honour crown’d.
17For when they’re summon’d hence by death,
They leave all this behind;
No shadow of their former pomp
Within the grave they find:
18And yet they thought their state was bless’d,
Caught in the flatt’rer’s snare,
Who with their vanity complied,
And prais’d their worldly care.
19In their forefathers’ steps they tread;
And when, like them, they die,
Their wretched ancestors and they
In endless darkness lie.
20For man, how great soe’er his state,
Unless he’s truly wise,
As like a sensual beast he lives,
So like a beast he dies.
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Psalms of David 49: MP1696
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First published 1696, improved 1698.