18 “He builds his house like the moth, and like a booth that a watchman has made.
19 He goes to bed with wealth, but he will do so no more; he opens his eyes, and it is gone.
20 Terrors overtake him like the water; a storm wind carries him off in the night.
21 The east wind lifts him up, and he is gone, and it sweeps him away from his place.
22 And it hurls at him, and it has no compassion; he will quickly flee from its power.
23 It claps its hands over him, and it hisses at him from its place.