18 He builds his house like a moth,and like a booth that the watchman makes.
19 The rich man will lie down, but he will not be gathered;he opens his eyes, and he is not.
20 Terrors overtake him like floodwaters;a tempest steals him away in the night.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he departs;it sweeps him out of his place.
22 For God will cast it upon him and not spare;he would flee from its power.
23 Men will clap their hands at himand will hiss him out of his place.