Leeser(i)
18 He buildeth his house like the moth, and like a hut that a keeper hath made.
19 Rich will he lie down, but will not be gathered into the grave: one openeth his eyes, and he is no more.
20 Like a flood will terror overtake him, in the night a tempest will steal him away.
21 The east wind will lift him up, and he must be gone; and it hurleth him like a storm out of his place.
22 And God will cast evil upon him, and bare no pity: out of his hand his wealth will surely escape.
23 Men will clap their hands over him, and will hiss after him out of his place.