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.
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