15 Those who survive him will be buried by the plague,yet their widows will not weep for them.
16 Though he piles up silver like dustand heaps up a wardrobe like clay —
17 he may heap it up, but the righteous will wear it,and the innocent will divide up his silver.
18 The house he built is like a moth’s cocoonor a booth set up by a watchman.
19 He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more;when he opens his eyes, it is gone.
20 Terrors overtake him like a flood; a storm wind sweeps him away at night.
21 An east wind picks him up, and he is gone;it carries him away from his place.