15. A breeze swept by my face;the hair of my skin bristled.
16. It stopped. I didn’t recognize its visible form,although a figure was in front of my eyes.Silence! Then I heard a voice:
17. "Can a human be more righteous than God,a person purer than their maker?"
18. If he doesn’t trust his servantsand levels a charge against his messengers,
19. how much less those who dwell in houses of clay,whose foundations are in dust,and who are crushed like a moth?
20. They are smashed between morning and evening;they perish forever without anyone knowing.
21. Isn’t their tent cord pulled up?They die without wisdom.