14 aIf his children are multiplied,
it is for the sword;
And his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.
15 Those who survive him shall be buried in death,
And
atheir widows shall not weep,
16 Though he heaps up silver like dust,
And piles up clothing like clay—
17 He may pile
it up, but
athe just will wear
it,And the innocent will divide the silver.
18 He builds his house like a
1 moth,
aLike a
1 booth
which a watchman makes.
19 The rich man will lie down,
1But not be gathered
up;He opens his eyes,
And he
is ano more.
20 aTerrors overtake him like a flood;
A tempest steals him away in the night.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he is gone;
It sweeps him out of his place.
22 It hurls against him and does not
aspare;
He flees desperately from its
1 power.
23 Men shall clap their hands at him,
And shall hiss him out of his place.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.
