18 He buildeth his house as the moth, and as a booth that a keeper maketh.
19 He lieth down rich, but will do so no more; he openeth his eyes, and he is not.
20 Terrors overtake him like waters; a whirlwind stealeth him away in the night.
21 The east wind carrieth him away and he is gone; and as a storm it hurleth him out of his place.
22 And [God] shall cast upon him and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.
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