16 If he piles up silver like dustand stores up clothing like mounds of clay,
17 what he stores up a righteous man will wear,and an innocent man will inherit his silver.
18 The house he builds is as fragile as a moth’s cocoon,like a hut that a watchman has made.
19 He goes to bed wealthy, but will do so no more.When he opens his eyes, it is all gone.
20 Terrors overwhelm him like a flood;at night a whirlwind carries him off.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he is gone;it sweeps him out of his place.
22 It hurls itself against him without pityas he flees headlong from its power.