14 Though his children be many, the sword awaits them.His descendants shall want for bread.
15 His survivors shall be buried in death;their widows shall not weep.
16 Though he heap up silver like dustand store away mounds of clothing,
17 What he has stored the righteous shall wear,and the innocent shall divide the silver.
18 He builds his house as of cobwebs,or like a booth put up by a watchman.
19 He lies down a rich man, one last time;he opens his eyes—nothing is there.
20 Terrors flood over him like water,at night the tempest carries him off.