16. If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
17. He prepareth--and the righteous putteth [it] on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.
18. He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
19. Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
20. Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
21. Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,
22. And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.
23. It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.