He will not be enriched, nor will his basic necessities endure, nor will he establish his root in the earth.
Light will become darkness in his tabernacle, and the lamp that is over him will be extinguished.
Nothing remained of his portion, and, because of this, nothing will continue of his kind.
And he called him and said to him: 'What is this that I hear about you? Give an account of your stewardship. For you can no longer be my steward.'
For the sun has risen with a scorching heat, and has dried the grass, and its flower has fallen off, and the appearance of its beauty has perished. So also will the rich one wither away, according to his paths.