18 They built their houses like nests,like a hut made by a watchman.
19 They lie down rich, but no longer;open their eyes, but it’s missing.
20 Terrors overtake them like waters;a tempest snatches them by night;
21 an east wind lifts them, and they are gone,removes them from their places,
22 throws itself on them without mercy;they flee desperately from its force.
23 It claps its hands over them,hisses at them from their place.