R.) How happy are the poor in spirit;
theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
This is the lot of the self-confident,
who have others at their beck and call.
Like sheep they are driven to the grave,
where death shall be their shepherd
and the just shall become their rulers. (R.)
With the morning their outward show vanishes
and the grave becomes their home.
But God will ransom me from death
and take my soul to himself. (R.)
Then do not fear when a man grows rich,
when the glory of his house increases.
He takes nothing with him when he dies,
his glory does not follow him below. (R.)
Though he flattered himself while he lived:
“Men will praise me for doing well for myself,”
yet he will go to join his fathers,
who will never see the light any more. (R.)