14 If their children increase, they belong to the sword;their offspring won’t have enough bread.
15 Their survivors will be buried with the dead;their widows won’t weep.
16 If they store up silver like dust,amass clothing like clay,
17 they may amass, but the righteous will wear it;the innocent will divide the silver.
18 They built their houses like nests,like a hut made by a watchman.
19 They lie down rich, but no longer;open their eyes, but it’s missing.
20 Terrors overtake them like waters;a tempest snatches them by night;