6 Surely a man egoes about as a shadow!
Surely for nothing1 they are in turmoil;
man fheaps up wealth and does not know who will gather!
17 he may pile it up, but the righteous will wear it,
and kthe innocent will divide the silver.
18 He builds his lhouse like a moth’s,
like ma booth that na watchman makes.
19 He goes to bed rich, but will odo so no more;
he opens his eyes, and phis wealth is gone.
20 qTerrors overtake him like ra flood;
in the night a whirlwind scarries him off.
21 tThe east wind lifts him up and he is gone;
it usweeps him out of his place.
22 It1 hurls at him vwithout pity;
he flees from its2 power in headlong flight.
The Vanity of Toil
18 I hated yall my toil in which I toil under the sun, seeing that I must zleave it to the man who will come after me,
21 because sometimes a person who has toiled with wisdom and knowledge and skill must leave everything to be enjoyed by someone who did not toil for it. This also is vanity and a great evil.
