15. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.
16. It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof; a form was before mine eyes: there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,
17. Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
18. Behold, he putteth no trust in his servants; and his angels he chargeth with folly:
19. How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth!
20. Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed: they perish for ever without any regarding it.
21. Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them? they die, and that without wisdom.