15 Those who remain of him are buried in death, and their widows do not weep.
16 Though he heaps up silver like dust, and lays up garments like clay –
17 he lays up, but the righteous puts it on, and the innocent divides the silver.
18 He built his house like a moth, like a booth which a watchman made.
19 He lies down, a rich man, but he is not gathered. When he opens his eyes, it is no more!
20 Alarms overtake him like a flood; a storm wind shall steal him away in the night.
21 The east wind takes him away, and he is gone; for it sweeps him from his place.