New King James Version (NKJV)
Job 27
16 Though he heaps up silver like dust, And piles up clothing like clay--
17 He may pile it up, but the just will wear it, And the innocent will divide the silver.
18 He builds his house like a moth, Like a booth which a watchman makes.
19 The rich man will lie down, But not be gathered up; He opens his eyes, And he is no more.
20 Terrors overtake him like a flood; A tempest steals him away in the night.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he is gone; It sweeps him out of his place.
22 It hurls against him and does not spare; He flees desperately from its power.
23 Men shall clap their hands at him, And shall hiss him out of his place.
Job 28
1 "Surely there is a mine for silver, And a place where gold is refined.
2 Iron is taken from the earth, And copper is smelted from ore.
3 Man puts an end to darkness, And searches every recess For ore in the darkness and the shadow of death.