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.
21. An east wind picks him up, and he is gone;it carries him away from his place.
22. It blasts at him without mercy,while he flees desperately from its grasp.