15 Those who remain of him shall be buried in death. His widows shall make no lamentation.
16 Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare clothing as the clay;
17 He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, And the innocent shall divide the silver.
18 He builds his house as the moth, As a booth which the watchman makes.
19 He lies down rich, but he shall not do so again. He opens his eyes, and he is not.
20 Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest steals him away in the night.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he departs; It sweeps him out of his place.
