Behold, these are the ungodly, who prosper in the world; they increase in riches.

O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches.

Wealth and riches shall be in his house: and his righteousness endureth for ever.

I have rejoiced in the way of thy testimonies, as much as in all riches.

Length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honour.

Riches and honour are with me; yea, durable riches and righteousness.

Riches profit not in the day of wrath: but righteousness delivereth from death.

A gracious woman retaineth honour: and strong men retain riches.

He that trusteth in his riches shall fall; but the righteous shall flourish as a branch.

There is that maketh himself rich, yet hath nothing: there is that maketh himself poor, yet hath great riches.

The ransom of a man's life are his riches: but the poor heareth not rebuke.

The crown of the wise is their riches: but the foolishness of fools is folly.

House and riches are the inheritance of fathers: and a prudent wife is from the Lord.

A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favour rather than silver and gold.

By humility and the fear of the Lord are riches, and honour, and life.

He that oppresseth the poor to increase his riches, and he that giveth to the rich, shall surely come to want.

Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven.

And by knowledge shall the chambers be filled with all precious and pleasant riches.

For riches are not for ever: and doth the crown endure to every generation?

Remove far from me vanity and lies: give me neither poverty nor riches; feed me with food convenient for me:

There is one alone, and there is not a second; yea, he hath neither child nor brother: yet is there no end of all his labour; neither is his eye satisfied with riches; neither saith he, For whom do I labour, and bereave my soul of good? This is also vanity, yea, it is a sore travail.

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

But those riches perish by evil travail: and he begetteth a son, and there is nothing in his hand.

Every man also to whom God hath given riches and wealth, and hath given him power to eat thereof, and to take his portion, and to rejoice in his labour; this is the gift of God.

A man to whom God hath given riches, wealth, and honour, so that he wanteth nothing for his soul of all that he desireth, yet God giveth him not power to eat thereof, but a stranger eateth it: this is vanity, and it is an evil disease.