LITV(i)
18 He builds his house like a moth, and like a booth that a watchman makes.
19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered; he opens his eyes, and he is not.
20 Fears shall overtake him like waters; a tempest steals him away in the night.
21 The east wind lifts him up and he is gone; for it whirls him out of his place.
22 For it will hurl at him, and will not spare; from its hand he will surely flee.
23 He shall clap His hands at him, and shall hiss him from his place.