MKJV(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 Terrors 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; he will surely flee out of its hand.
23 He shall clap His hands at him, and shall hiss him out of his place.