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.
