14. If their children multiply, it is for the sword, and his offspring do not have enough to eat.
15. Their survivors are buried through the plague, and their widows do not weep.
16. If he heaps up silver like the dust and fashions clothing like the clay,
17. he makes it ready, and the righteous will wear it, and the innocent will divide the silver.
18. “He builds his house like the moth, and like a booth that a watchman has made.
19. He goes to bed with wealth, but he will do so no more; he opens his eyes, and it is gone.
20. Terrors overtake him like the water; a storm wind carries him off in the night.
21. The east wind lifts him up, and he is gone, and it sweeps him away from his place.
22. And it hurls at him, and it has no compassion; he will quickly flee from its power.
23. It claps its hands over him, and it hisses at him from its place.