14. Even if his children increase, they are destined for the sword;his descendants will never have enough food.
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.