18. The house he builds is like a moth’s cocoon,like a hut made by a watchman.
19. He lies down wealthy, but will do so no more;when he opens his eyes, all is gone.
20. Terrors overtake him like a flood;a tempest snatches him away in the night.
21. The east wind carries him off, and he is gone;it sweeps him out of his place.
22. It hurls itself against him without mercyas he flees headlong from its power.
23. It claps its hands in derisionand hisses him out of his place.’