Job 27:16-20

“Though he piles up silver like dust, And prepares garments as plentiful as the clay,

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

“He has built his house like the spider’s web, Or a hut which the watchman has made.

“He lies down rich, but never again; He opens his eyes, and it no longer exists.

“Terrors overtake him like a flood; A storm steals him away in the night.