⁶ `In' the house of the righteous `is' abundant strength, And in the increase of the wicked -- trouble.

²¹ To cause my lovers to inherit substance, Yea, their treasures I fill.

²⁰ A treasure to be desired, and oil, `Is' in the habitation of the wise, And a foolish man swalloweth it up.

²² The blessing of Jehovah -- it maketh rich, And He addeth no grief with it.

³ Wealth and riches `are' in his house, And his righteousness is standing for ever.

²⁶ greater wealth having reckoned the reproach of the Christ than the treasures in Egypt, for he did look to the recompense of reward;

¹⁰ Whoso is loving silver is not satisfied `with' silver, nor he who is in love with stores `with' increase. Even this `is' vanity.

¹¹ In the multiplying of good have its consumers been multiplied, and what benefit `is' to its possessor except the sight of his eyes?

¹² Sweet `is' the sleep of the labourer whether he eat little or much; and the sufficiency of the wealthy is not suffering him to sleep.

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!

⁶ `Better `is' a handful `with' quietness, than two handfuls `with' labour and vexation of spirit.'

⁸ Better `is' a little with righteousness, Than abundance of increase without justice.

¹⁶ Better `is' a little with the fear of Jehovah, Than much treasure, and tumult with it.

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

¹⁶ Better `is' the little of the righteous, Than the store of many wicked.

¹⁹ For he oppressed -- he forsook the poor, A house he hath taken violently away, And he doth not build it.

²⁰ For he hath not known ease in his belly. With his desirable thing he delivereth not himself.

²¹ There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.

²² In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.

²³ It cometh to pass, at the filling of his belly, He sendeth forth against him The fierceness of His anger, Yea, He raineth on him in his eating.

¹ Go, now, ye rich! weep, howling over your miseries that are coming upon `you';

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!