Psalms 49:6 YLT

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.

⁷  A brother doth no one at all ransom, He doth not give to God his atonement.

⁸  And precious 'is' the redemption of their soul, And it hath ceased -- to the age.