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, Who are crushed before the moth!
20. Betwixt morning and evening they are destroyed: They perish for ever without any regarding it.