16. Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare raiment as the clay;
17. He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, And the innocent shall divide the silver.
18. He buildeth his house as the moth, And as a booth which the keeper maketh.
19. He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers; He openeth his eyes, and he is not.
20. Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.
21. The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth; And it sweepeth him out of his place.
22. For God shall hurl at him, and not spare: He would fain flee out of his hand.