18 He builds his house as of cobwebs,or like a booth put up by a watchman.
19 He lies down a rich man, one last time;he opens his eyes—nothing is there.
20 Terrors flood over him like water,at night the tempest carries him off.
21 The east wind seizes him and he is gone;it sweeps him from his place;
22 It hurls itself at him without pity,as he tries to flee from its power.
23 It claps its hands at him,and whistles at him from its place.