American Standard Version of 1901
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He lieth down rich, but he shall not be gathered to his fathers;He openeth his eyes, and he is not.
Terrors overtake him like waters;A tempest stealeth him away in the night.
The east wind carrieth him away, and he departeth;And it sweepeth him out of his place.
For God shall hurl at him, and not spare:He would fain flee out of his hand.
Men shall clap their hands at him,And shall hiss him out of his place.