19 The rich man will lie down,But not be gathered up;He opens his eyes,And he is no more.
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;It sweeps him out of his place.
22 It hurls against him and does not spare;He flees desperately from its power.
23 Men shall clap their hands at him,And shall hiss him out of his place.