Job 27:19
Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
Rich he lieth down, and he is not gathered, His eyes he hath opened, and he is not.
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28And he inhabiteth cities cut off, houses not dwelt in, That have been ready to become heaps.
29He is not rich, nor doth his wealth rise, Nor doth he stretch out on earth their continuance.
20Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.
12And man hath lain down, and riseth not, Till the wearing out of the heavens they awake not, Nor are roused from their sleep.
16Fear not, when one maketh wealth, When the honour of his house is abundant,
17For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him.
7As his own dung for ever he doth perish, His beholders say: `Where `is' he?'
8As a dream he fleeth, and they find him not, And he is driven away as a vision of the night,
9The eye hath not seen him, and addeth not. And not again doth his place behold him.
10His sons do the poor oppress, And his hands give back his wealth.
11His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
18He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.
20`And God said to him, Unthinking one! this night thy soul they shall require from thee, and what things thou didst prepare -- to whom shall they be?
21so `is' he who is treasuring up to himself, and is not rich toward God.'
19It cometh to the generation of his fathers, For ever they see not the light.
12Sweet `is' the sleep of the labourer whether he eat little or much; and the sufficiency of the wealthy is not suffering him to sleep.
13There is a painful evil I have seen under the sun: wealth kept for its possessor, for his evil.
14And that wealth hath been lost in an evil business, and he hath begotten a son and there is nothing in his hand!
24Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.
8The eye of my beholder beholdeth me not. Thine eyes `are' upon me -- and I am not.
9Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.
10He turneth not again to his house, Nor doth his place discern him again.
10and the rich in his becoming low, because as a flower of grass he shall pass away;
11for the sun did rise with the burning heat, and did wither the grass, and the flower of it fell, and the grace of its appearance did perish, so also the rich in his way shall fade away!
32And he -- to the graves he is brought. And over the heap a watch is kept.
7There is who is making himself rich, and hath nothing, Who is making himself poor, and wealth `is' abundant.
6Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, `in' vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.
13They wear out in good their days, And in a moment `to' Sheol go down.
15His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.
16If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,
11A rich man is wise in his own eyes, And the intelligent poor searcheth him.
22`And it came to pass, that the poor man died, and that he was carried away by the messengers to the bosom of Abraham -- and the rich man also died, and was buried;
2A man to whom God giveth wealth, and riches, and honour, and there is no lack to his soul of all that he desireth, and God giveth him not power to eat of it, but a stranger eateth it; this `is' vanity, and it `is' an evil disease.
22Troubled for wealth `is' the man `with' an evil eye, And he knoweth not that want doth meet him.
26Together -- on the dust they lie down, And the worm doth cover them over.
7`Lo, the man who maketh not God his strong place, And trusteth in the abundance of his riches, He is strong in his mischiefs.'
21There is not a remnant to his food, Therefore his good doth not stay.
19Doth He value thy riches? He hath gold, and all the forces of power.
36And he passeth away, and lo, he is not, And I seek him, and he is not found!
17His memorial hath perished from the land, And he hath no name on the street.
18They thrust him from light unto darkness, And from the habitable earth cast him out.
22And hath drawn the mighty by his power, He riseth, and none believeth in life.
5Even the sun he hath not seen nor known, more rest hath this than that.
11A partridge hatching, and not bringing forth, `Is' one making wealth, and not by right, In the midst of his days he doth forsake it, And in his latter end -- he is a fool.
10For he seeth wise men die, Together the foolish and brutish perish, And have left to others their wealth.
2As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.
24For riches `are' not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.
28Whoso is confident in his wealth he falleth, And as a leaf, the righteous flourish.
23This `one' dieth in his perfect strength, Wholly at ease and quiet.
21Who are waiting for death, and it is not, And they seek it above hid treasures.