And the king made silver as common in Jerusalem as stone, and he made cedar as plentiful as the sycamore of the Shephelah.
Job 27:16 - English Standard Version 2016 Though he heap up silver like dust, and pile up clothing like clay, 更多版本King 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 king made silver as common in Jerusalem as stone, and he made cedar as plentiful as the sycamore of the Shephelah.
On that day King Ahasuerus gave to Queen Esther the house of Haman, the enemy of the Jews. And Mordecai came before the king, for Esther had told what he was to her.
he will not be rich, and his wealth will not endure, nor will his possessions spread over the earth;
His children will seek the favor of the poor, and his hands will give back his wealth.
if you lay gold in the dust, and gold of Ophir among the stones of the torrent-bed,
he may pile it up, but the righteous will wear it, and the innocent will divide the silver.
A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children, but the sinner’s wealth is laid up for the righteous.
For to the one who pleases him God has given wisdom and knowledge and joy, but to the sinner he has given the business of gathering and collecting, only to give to one who pleases God. This also is vanity and a striving after wind.
Shall not all these take up their taunt against him, with scoffing and riddles for him, and say, “Woe to him who heaps up what is not his own— for how long?— and loads himself with pledges!”
Wail, O inhabitants of the Mortar! For all the traders are no more; all who weigh out silver are cut off.
Tyre has built herself a rampart and heaped up silver like dust, and fine 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,