Job 27:18-20

The Voice

¹⁸     He builds his house doomed to impermanence—
        like the moth’s cocoon,
        like the field watchman’s lean-to that is dismantled after the harvest.
¹⁹     He lies down to sleep a wealthy man,
        but never again,
    For when he opens his eyes to morning,
        all is gone.
²⁰     Terrors overtake him as if they were floodwaters;
        the tempest snatches him away in the dead of night.