17. what he lays up, the righteous will wear, and the upright will divide the silver.
18. The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut made for a watchman.
19. “He lies down wealthy, but will gather no more. When he opens his eyes, all is gone!
20. Terrors overtake him like a flood; a storm sweeps him away at night.
21. The east wind picks him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
22. It hurls itself at him without pity as he flees headlong from its hand.