17. they may amass, but the righteous will wear it;the innocent will divide the silver.
18. They built their houses like nests,like a hut made by a watchman.
19. They lie down rich, but no longer;open their eyes, but it’s missing.
20. Terrors overtake them like waters;a tempest snatches them by night;
21. an east wind lifts them, and they are gone,removes them from their places,
22. throws itself on them without mercy;they flee desperately from its force.
23. It claps its hands over them,hisses at them from their place.