Job 27:18-21

18He builds his house like a moth's, like a booth that a watchman makes.

19He goes to bed rich, but will do so no more; he opens his eyes, and his wealth is gone.

20Terrors overtake him like a flood; in the night a whirlwind carries him off.

21The east wind lifts him up and he is gone; it sweeps him out of his place.