18 The house he built is like a moth’s cocoon, like a hut made for a watchman.
19 “He lies down wealthy, but will gather no more. When he opens his eyes, all is gone!
20 Terrors overtake him like a flood; a storm sweeps him away at night.
21 The east wind picks him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.
22 It hurls itself at him without pity as he flees headlong from its hand.
23 It claps its hands at him in derision, and hisses him out of his place.”