15. Those who survive him will be buried by the plague, and their widows will not weep.
16. Though he piles up silver like dust, and clothing like heaps of mortar,
17. what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and the upright will divide the silver.
18. The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut made for a watchman.
19. “He lies down wealthy, but will gather no more. When he opens his eyes, all is gone!
20. Terrors overtake him like a flood; a storm sweeps him away at night.
21. The east wind picks him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
22. It hurls itself at him without pity as he flees headlong from its hand.
23. It claps its hands at him in derision, and hisses him out of his place.”