Psalm 49

When we look at the wise, they die;
fool and dolt perish together
and leave their wealth to others.
Their graves are their homes for ever,
their dwelling-places to all generations,
though they named lands their own.
Mortals cannot abide in their pomp;
they are like the animals that perish.

Most of this psalm reads as if death is the ultimate end.

Not only an end, but a happy release and equalizer.

One of twenty lines departs: "But God will ransom my soul from the power of Sheol,
for he will receive me."

God will ransom, will redeem, will save, will פָּדָה (padah). This the same ransom with which the people of Leviticus could claim their livestock. Isaiah proclaimed that righteousness and justice could ransom Zion.

Are we each and all ransomed from our foolishness?

Psalm 49