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.
22. And it hurls itself against him and does not spare; he swiftly flees from its power.
23. It claps its hands at him, and it hisses him out of his place.