Job 27:16-23 ▼

16 “Though he heaps up silver like dust And piles up clothing like clay,

17 He may prepare it, but the just will wear it And the innocent will divide the silver.

18 “He builds his house like a spider’s web, Like a (temporary) hut which a watchman makes.

19 “He lies down rich, but never will again; He opens his eyes, and it is gone.

20 “Terrors overtake him like a [suddenly rising] flood; A windstorm steals him away in the night.

21 “The east wind lifts him up, and he is gone; It sweeps him out of his place.

22 “For it will hurl [thunderbolts of God’s wrath] at him unsparingly and without compassion; He flees in haste from its power.

23 “People will clap their hands at him [to mock and ridicule him] And hiss him out of his place.