I am pained in my bowels, my bowels, and the sensitive powers of my heart. My soul is in great commotion, my heart is torn. I will not be silent, for my soul has heard the sound of a trumpet, the cry of war, and of distress: it calls on destruction.

The heart of the region of Moab cries within her to Segor; for it is [as] a heifer of three years old; and on the Ascent of Luith they shall go up to you weeping by the way of Aroniim; she cries, Destruction, and trembling.

Therefore my belly shall sound as a harp for Moab, and you have repaired my inward parts as a wall.

Turn from heaven, and look from Your holy habitation and [from] Your glory; where is Your zeal and Your strength? Where is the abundance of Your mercy and of Your compassions, that You have withheld Yourself from us?

The partridge utters her voice; she gathers [eggs] which she did not lay. [So is a man] gaining his wealth unjustly: in the midst of his days [his riches] shall leave him, and at his latter end he will be a fool.

[This translation omits this verse.]

A good man shall inherit children's children, and the wealth of ungodly men is laid up for the just.

The wealth of a rich man is a strong city, and its glory casts a broad shadow.

There is an infirmity which I have seen under the sun, [namely], wealth kept for its owner to his [own] hurt.

And that wealth shall perish in an evil trouble, and [the man] begets a son, and there is nothing in his hand.

Shall [Moab] even thus be delivered? For I [will] bring the Arabians upon the valley, and they shall take it.

But God said to him, ['You] fool! This night your soul will be required of you; then whose will those things be which you have prepared?'

So [is] he who accumulates treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God."

Your riches have decayed, and your garments have become moth-eaten.

Your gold and silver have become corroded, and their poison will be a witness against you and will eat your flesh like fire. You stored up treasure in the last days.