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?
20. They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish forever without any regarding it.
21. Does not their excellence which is in them go away? they die, even without wisdom.