Job 27:14-19

Though his sons are many, they are destined for the sword; And his descendants will not be satisfied with bread. His survivors will be buried because of the plague, And their widows will not be able to weep. Though he piles up silver like dust And prepares garments as plentiful as the clay, He may prepare it, but the just will wear it And the innocent will divide the silver. He has built his house like the spider’s web, Or as a hut which the watchman has made. He lies down rich, but never again; He opens his eyes, and it is no longer.