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.
21. The east wind seizes him and he is gone;it sweeps him from his place;
22. It hurls itself at him without pity,as he tries to flee from its power.
23. It claps its hands at him,and whistles at him from its place.