My stomach, my stomach! I am convulsed to my heart! My heart groans within me; I cannot be silent because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the shofar, the alarm of war.

My heart shall call out to Moab; his fugitives flee to Zoar like a three year old heifer. He goes up the ascent to Luhith with weeping; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up an outcry of destruction.

Therefore my stomach shall growl like a harp for Moab, and my inner being for Kir- heres.

Look down from Heaven, and look down from the place of Your holiness and of Your glory. Where is Your zeal and Your strength, the multitude of Your tender affections and of Your mercies toward me? Are they restrained?

The partridge sets on eggs and does not hatch them; in the same way he who gets riches, and not by right, shall leave them in the middle of his days, and at his end he shall be a fool.

Riches do not profit in the day of wrath, but righteousness delivers from death.

A good man leaves an inheritance to his children's children, but the wealth of the sinner is treasured up for the just.

The rich man's wealth is his strong city, and as a high wall in his own imagination.

There is a sore evil which I have seen under the sun: riches kept for their owners to their hurt.

But those riches perish by evil use. And he begets a son, and there is nothing in his hand.

Therefore they shall carry off the abundance they have produced and stored, over to the Brook of the Willows.

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

So is he who lays up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God.

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

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