¹⁸ He builds his house as the moth, As a booth which the watchman makes.

¹⁴ Whose confidence shall break apart, Whose trust is a spider's web.

¹⁵ He shall lean on his house, but it shall not stand. He shall cling to it, but it shall not endure.

⁸ The daughter of Zion is left like a shelter in a vineyard, Like a hut in a field of melons, Like a besieged city.

¹² My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me as a shepherd's tent: I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life; he will cut me off from the loom: From day even to night will you make an end of me.

⁸ For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall eat them like wool; but my righteousness shall be forever, and my salvation to all generations.

⁶ He has violently taken away his tent, as if it were of a garden; he has destroyed his place of assembly: Yahweh has caused solemn assembly and Sabbath to be forgotten in Zion, Has despised in the indignation of his anger the king and the priest.