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If his children be multiplied, it is for the sword: and his offspring shall not be satisfied with bread.
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Those that remain of him shall be buried in death: and his widows shall not weep.
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Though he heap up silver as the dust, and prepare raiment as the clay;
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He may prepare it, but the just shall put it on, and the innocent shall divide the silver.
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He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh.
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The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he is not.
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Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.
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The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place.
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For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.
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Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.