18 He buildeth his house as a moth, and as a booth [that] the keeper maketh.
19 The rich man shall lie down, but he shall not be gathered: he openeth his eyes, and he [is] not.
20 Terrors take hold on him as waters, a tempest stealeth him away in the night.
21 The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth: and as a storm hurleth him out of his place.
22 For [God] shall cast upon him, and not spare: he would fain flee out of his hand.
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