4826. PSALM 49

PSALM 49

First part:

Listen to me now, people :

everyone who is bent and cut

by the knife of time. You. All.

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You who farm and toil and work, and

you big-wigs as well, fat and sassy. I'm

speaking the truth here, and from my own

heart. I'm only saying those things that I know. 

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I listen hard for stories and words. I scratch 

out my questions like a music score.

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What do I care now if bad things are coming  -

Calamity Jane doesn't know me, especially when

all those unfair people behind me start unleashing

their bills and dues and unfounded damned wants.

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I don't care. All those with faith in their money and 

riches, they praise only themselves, are puffed with 

vanity. People don't help their fellows, nor do they 

come to God seeking help and forgiveness.

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Second part:

Fact is, they coudln't pay what it would cost to save

themselves, and then they wouldn't want to anyway.

Envy and greed have already gotten their numbers.

They die forever. I don't know; can't they see?

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Muscles weaken, flesh decays  -  on everyone  -

and they're not going to live forever. Even the wisest

men perish, and always have done so. Even the best,

just like the fools and the brutes; sunk in their holes.

Dead. Dead. Dead.

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Everything they had  -  all those wealthy men  -  both

given and gone away. Given over to others and to the

grave in their eternal rest.  Forever. Go read the

names on their markers and plaques.

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I listen hard for stories and words. I scratch

out my questions like a music score.

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Third part:

No one is buried with their money  -  before God

we are all like silent beasts of the field. That's how the

foolish go, and the wise as well. Try to stay happy and

win with wealth? A fool's game, and the end is the 

underworld. Death eats the flesh of their bones.

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The good ones among us  -  the straight and the humble  -

use the same path in the morning as the dumb and the

stupid. All to be bodies withered from Death in the

grave, and all those big-shots fallen away.

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But there is a chance? God will redeem me from darkness? I
will sit with Him? Do not fret as others around you win and get

rich, with their houses heavy with all that's within. They can't take 

it with them, and won't. That's one weight won't follow them down.

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While alive, they may appear footloose and fancy and 

blessed  -  but if they're not thanking you, oh Lord, they'll 

be sorry. It will all fall away; they'll be blinded by darkness 

and death, and, like the rest, never seeing light again.

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See : all mortals are visitors, and we do not understand  -  

like silent animals before the will of God.