The leader’s. The Qorahites’. A composition.
Listen to this, all you peoples;
give ear, all you inhabitants of the world,
Both ordinary people and important people,
wealthy and needy together.
My mouth will speak smartness,
the talk of my heart will be understanding.
I shall bend my ear to a poem,
resolve my conundrum with the lyre.
Why should I be afraid in bad days,
when the waywardness of people cheating me surrounds me,
People who trust in their resources,
and take pride in the abundance of their wealth?
Huh; it definitely can’t redeem someone;
it can’t give God his ransom.
The redemption of his life would be expensive;
it would be insufficient permanently,
So that he should live on permanently,
not see the Pit.
Because one can see that smart people die,
the dimwit and stupid person perish together.
They abandon their resources to others,
whereas their inward thought is that their homes will be permanent,
Their dwellings to generation after generation
– they had called lands by their names.
A human being does not lodge in honour;
he is like cattle that perish.