High and low, rich and poor—listen!
For my words are wise, and my thoughts are filled with insight.
I listen carefully to many proverbs and solve riddles with inspiration from a harp.
Why should I fear when trouble comes, when enemies surround me?
They trust in their wealth and boast of great riches.
Yet they cannot redeem themselves from death by paying a ransom to God.
Redemption does not come so easily, for no one can ever pay enough
to live forever and never see the grave.
Those who are wise must finally die, just like the foolish and senseless, leaving all their wealth behind.
The grave is their eternal home, where they will stay forever. They may name their estates after themselves,
but their fame will not last. They will die, just like animals.