he will not be rich, and his wealth will not endure, nor will he strike root in the earth;
For the sun rises with its scorching heat and withers the grass; its flower falls, and its beauty perishes. So will the rich man fade away in the midst of his pursuits.
And he called him and said to him, ‘What is this that I hear about you? Turn in the account of your stewardship, for you can no longer be steward.’
There was nothing left after he had eaten; therefore his prosperity will not endure.
The light is dark in his tent, and his lamp above him is put out.