27:18 The house he builds is as fragile as a moth’s cocoon, 1
like a hut 2 that a watchman has made.
27:19 He goes to bed wealthy, but will do so no more. 3
When he opens his eyes, it is all gone. 4
27:20 Terrors overwhelm him like a flood; 5
at night a whirlwind carries him off.
27:21 The east wind carries him away, and he is gone;
it sweeps him out of his place.
27:22 It hurls itself against him without pity 6
as he flees headlong from its power.
27:23 It claps 7 its hands at him in derision
and hisses him away from his place. 8