15. Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:
16. It stood still, but I could not discern its form: an image was before my 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 put no trust in his servants; and his angels he charged with folly:
19. How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?