"He will not becomerich,norwill his wealthendure;And his grainwill not benddownto the ground.
"The lightin his tentis darkened,And his lampgoesout abovehim.
"Nothingremainsfor him to devour,Thereforehis prosperitydoes not endure.
"And he calledhim and saidto him, 'Whatis thisI hearaboutyou? Givean accountingof your management,for you cannolongerbe manager.'
For the sunriseswith a scorching windand withersthe grass;and its flowerfalls offand the beautyof its appearanceis destroyed;sotoothe rich manin the midst of his pursuitswill fade away.
