16. Something stood there.I couldn’t tell what it was.A vague image was in front of my eyes.I heard a soft voice:
17. ‘Can ⌊any⌋ mortal be righteous to God?Can ⌊any⌋ human being be pure to his maker?’
18. “You see, God doesn’t trust his own servants,and he accuses his angels of making mistakes.
19. How much more will he accuse those who live in clay housesthat have their foundation in the dust.Those houses can be crushed quicker than a moth!
20. From morning to evening, they are shattered.They will disappear forever without anyone paying attention.
21. Haven’t the ropes of their tent been loosened?Won’t they die without wisdom?