Therefore My heart laments like a flute for Moab; it laments like a flute for the men of Kir-heres, because the wealth they acquired has perished.
So they carry their wealth and belongings over the Brook of the Willows.
Therefore my heart laments for Moab like a harp, my inmost being for Kir-heres.
My heart cries out over Moab; her fugitives flee as far as Zoar, as far as Eglath-shelishiyah. With weeping they ascend
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I
A rich man’s wealth is his fortified city; it is like a high wall in his imagination.
There is a grievous evil I have seen under the sun: wealth hoarded to the harm of its owner,
Look down from heaven and see, from Your holy and glorious habitation. Where are Your zeal and might? Your yearning and
Your riches have rotted and moths have eaten your clothes.
Like a partridge hatching eggs it did not lay is the man who makes a fortune unjustly. In the middle of his days his ric
But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be required of you. Then who will own what you have accum
A good man leaves an inheritance to his children’s children, but the sinner’s wealth is passed to the righteous.
Riches are worthless in the day of wrath, but righteousness brings deliverance from death.