Then you shall lay up your gold as the dust, and the gold of Ophir as the stones of the brooks.

The king made silver as common in Jerusalem as stones, and he made cedar trees as abundant as the sycamores which are in the lowland.

Shall not all of these take up a parable against him, and a mocking riddle against him, and say, Woe to him who increases what is not his! How long, then, shall he load himself with many pledges?

And Tyre shall build a fortress for herself, and shall pile up silver like the dust, and gold like the mud of the streets.

Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves dig through and steal;

Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten.