¹⁷     What he may prepare, the righteous will wear;
        the silver he sets aside, the innocent will divide.
¹⁸     He builds his house doomed to impermanence—
        like the moth’s cocoon,
        like the field watchman’s lean-to that is dismantled after the harvest.
¹⁹     He lies down to sleep a wealthy man,
        but never again,
    For when he opens his eyes to morning,
        all is gone.