13. Amid thoughts from visions of the night,when deep sleep falls on men,
14. dread came upon me, and trembling,which made all my bones shake.
15. A spirit glided past my face;the hair of my flesh stood up.
16. It stood still,but I could not discern its appearance. A form was before my eyes;there was silence, then I heard a voice:
17. ‘Can mortal man be in the right before God?Can a man be pure before his Maker?
18. Even in his servants he puts no trust,and his angels he charges with error;
19. how much more those who dwell in houses of clay,whose foundation is in the dust,who are crushed like the moth.
20. Between morning and evening they are beaten to pieces;they perish forever without anyone regarding it.