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.