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.