16Though he heaps up silver like dust
and piles up a wardrobe like clay,
17what he lays up, the righteous will wear,
and his silver will be divided by the innocent.
18The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon,
like a hut set up by a watchman.
19He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more;
when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
20Terrors overtake him like a flood;
a tempest sweeps him away in the night.
21The east wind carries him away, and he is gone;
it sweeps him out of his place.
22It hurls itself against him without mercy
as he flees headlong from its power.
23It claps its hands at him
and hisses him out of his place.
— Job 27:16-23