^{16 Ref} If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,

^{17 Ref} He prepareth -- and the righteous putteth `it' on, And the silver the innocent doth apportion.

^{18 Ref} He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

^{19 Ref} Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.

^{20 Ref} Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

^{21 Ref} Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

^{22 Ref} And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

^{23 Ref} It clappeth at him its hands, And it hisseth at him from his place.