[18] He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth that the keeper maketh. [19] The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, [20] Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night. [21] The east wind carrieth him away, and as a storm hurleth him out of his place. [22] For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain out of his hand. [23] Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.