13 Yet is there a sore plague, whiche I haue sene vnder the sunne (namely) ryches kept to the hurt of him that hath them in possession.
14 For oft tymes they perishe with his greate misery & trouble: and if he haue a chylde, it getteth nothynge.
20 But the wycked are lyke the raryng sea, that can not reste, whose water fometh with the myre and grauel.
21 Euen so the wycked haue no peace, saieth my God.