Sell your possessions, and give alms, make for yourselves purses that wax not old,—treasure unfailing, in the heavens, where, thief, doth not draw near, and, moth, doth not spoil.
Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them.
For like a garment, shall they be eaten of the moth, And like wool, shall they he eaten of the larva; But, my righteousness, unto times age-abiding shall continue, And, my salvation, unto the remotest generation.
As a partridge gathereth eggs she did not lay, So is he that maketh riches but not with justice,—In the midst of his days, shall he leave them, And in his latter end, prove to have been base.
When, by rebukes for iniquity, thou hast corrected a man, Then hast thou consumed, as a moth, all that was delightful within him, Surely, a breath, are all men. Selah.