And the sovereign made silver as common in Yerushalayim as stones, and he made cedars as plenty as the sycamores which are in the low country.
Job 27:16 - The Scriptures 2009 Though he heaps up silver like dust, and lays up garments like clay – Dugang nga mga bersyonKing James Version (Oxford) 1769 Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare raiment as the clay; Amplified Bible - Classic Edition Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up clothing like clay, American Standard Version (1901) Though he heap up silver as the dust, And prepare raiment as the clay; Common English Bible If they store up silver like dust, amass clothing like clay, Catholic Public Domain Version If he will amass silver as if it were dirt and fabricate garments as if they were clay, Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version If he shall heap together silver as earth, and prepare raiment as clay, |
And the sovereign made silver as common in Yerushalayim as stones, and he made cedars as plenty as the sycamores which are in the low country.
On that day Sovereign Aḥashwĕrosh gave to Sovereigness Estĕr the house of Haman, the adversary of the Yehuḏim. And Mordeḵai came before the sovereign, for Estĕr had explained what he was to her.
He shall not be rich, and his wealth shall not rise, and his possessions shall not overspread the earth.
His sons seek the favour of the poor, and his hands give back his wealth.
and lay your gold in the dust, and the gold of Ophir among the stones of the wadis,
Those who remain of him are buried in death, and their widows do not weep.
he lays up, but the righteous puts it on, and the innocent divides the silver.
A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children, But the wealth of the sinner is stored up for the righteous.
For He gives wisdom and knowledge and joy to a man who is good in His eyes. But to the sinner He gives the task of gathering and collecting, to give to him who is good before Elohim. That too is futile and feeding on wind.
“Shall not all these lift up a proverb against him, and a mocking riddle against him, and say, ‘Woe to him who increases what is not his! Till when is he to load on himself many pledges’?
“Howl, you inhabitants of Maḵtĕsh, for all the merchant people shall be silenced, all those weighing out silver shall be cut off.
For Tsor built herself a tower, heaped up silver like the dust, and gold like the mud of the streets.
“Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal,