KJ2000(i)
18 He builds his house like a moth, and like a booth that the keeper makes.
19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he opens his eyes, and he is not.
20 Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest steals him away in the night.
21 The east wind carries him away, and he is gone: and as a storm hurls him out of his place.
22 For God shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would scarcely flee out of his hand.
23 Men shall clap their hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.