¹⁸ He hath built as a moth his house, And as a booth a watchman hath made.

¹⁴ Whose confidence is loathsome, And the house of a spider his trust.

¹⁵ He leaneth on his house -- and it standeth not: He taketh hold on it -- and it abideth not.

⁸ And left hath been the daughter of Zion, As a booth in a vineyard, As a lodge in a place of cucumbers -- as a city besieged.

¹² My sojourning hath departed, And been removed from me as a shepherd's tent, I have drawn together, as a weaver, my life, By weakness it cutteth me off, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

⁸ For as a garment eat them doth a moth, And as wool eat them doth a worm, And My righteousness is to the age, And My salvation to all generations.

⁶ And He shaketh as a garden His tabernacle, He hath destroyed His appointed place, Jehovah hath forgotten in Zion the appointed time and sabbath, And despiseth, in the indignation of His anger, king and priest.