³⁶ Therefore my heart for Moab as pipes doth sound, And my heart for men of Kir-Heres As pipes doth sound, Therefore the abundance he made did perish.

⁷ Therefore the abundance he made, and their store, Unto the brook of the willows they carry.

¹¹ Therefore my bowels for Moab as a harp do sound, And mine inward parts for Kir-Haresh.

⁵ My heart `is' toward Moab, Cry do her fugitives unto Zoar, a heifer of the third `year', For -- the ascent of Luhith -- With weeping he goeth up in it, For, in the way of Horonaim, A cry of destruction they wake up.

² your riches have rotted, and your garments have become moth-eaten;

³ your gold and silver have rotted, and the rust of them for a testimony shall be to you, and shall eat your flesh as fire. Ye made treasure in the last days!

²⁰ `And God said to him, Unthinking one! this night thy soul they shall require from thee, and what things thou didst prepare -- to whom shall they be?

²¹ so `is' he who is treasuring up to himself, and is not rich toward God.'

¹¹ A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, `Is' one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end -- he is a fool.

¹⁹ My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!

¹⁵ Look attentively from the heavens, And see from Thy holy and beauteous habitation, Where `is' Thy zeal and Thy might? The multitude of Thy bowels and Thy mercies Towards me have refrained themselves.

¹³ There is a painful evil I have seen under the sun: wealth kept for its possessor, for his evil.

¹⁴ And that wealth hath been lost in an evil business, and he hath begotten a son and there is nothing in his hand!

¹¹ The wealth of the rich `is' the city of his strength, And as a wall set on high in his own imagination.

²² A good man causeth sons' sons to inherit, And laid up for the righteous `is' the sinner's wealth.

⁴ Wealth profiteth not in a day of wrath, And righteousness delivereth from death.