Rotherham(i)
16 Though he heap up silver like, dust, and, like a pile, he prepare clothing,
17 He may prepare, but, the righteous, shall put on, and, the silver, shall the innocent apportion.
18 He hath built, like a moth, his house,––like a hut, which a watcher hath made.
19 The rich man, shall lie down, and not do it again, his eyes, hath he opened, and then is not.
20 There shall reach him––like waters––terrors, By night, a storm–wind hath stolen him away;
21 An east wind shall lift him up, and he shall depart, and it shall sweep him away out of his place;
22 And He will cast upon him and not spare, Out of his hand, shall he, swiftly flee;
23 He shall clap over him his hands, and shall hiss him forth out of his place.