Job 27:16-23 ▼

16 Though he piles up silver like dust and heaps up fine clothing like clay —

17 he may heap it up, but the righteous will wear it, and the innocent will divide up his silver.

18 The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon or a shelter set up by a watchman.

19 He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more; when he opens his eyes, it is gone.

20 Terrors overtake him like a flood; a storm wind sweeps him away at night.

21 An east wind picks him up, and he is gone; it carries him away from his place.

22 It blasts at him without mercy, while he flees desperately from its force.

23 It claps its hands at him and scoffs at him from its place.