18 "He has built his house like the spider's web, Or as a hut which the watchman has made.
19 "He lies down rich, but never again; He opens his eyes, and it is no longer.
20 "Terrors overtake him like a flood; A tempest steals him away in the night.
21 "The east wind carries him away, and he is gone, For it whirls him away from his place.
22 "For it will hurl at him without sparing; He will surely try to flee from its power.
23 "Men will clap their hands at him And will hiss him from his place.