Though he heaps up silver like dust and piles up a wardrobe like clay,
Tyre has built herself a fortress; she has heaped up silver like dust, and gold like the dirt of the streets.
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.
Your riches have rotted and moths have eaten your clothes.
The king made silver as common in Jerusalem as stones, and cedar as abundant as sycamore in the foothills.
and consign your gold to the dust and the gold of Ophir to the stones of the ravines,
Will not all of these take up a taunt against him, speaking with mockery and derision: ‘Woe to him who amasses what is n