15. Then a breath of air passes by my face;it makes the hair of my flesh stand up.
16. It stands still, but I cannot recognize its appearance;an image is before my eyes, and I hear a murmuring voice:
17. “Is a mortal man righteous before God?Or a man pure before his Creator?
18. If God puts no trust in his servantsand attributes folly to his angels,
19. how much more to those who live in houses of clay,whose foundation is in the dust,who are crushed like a moth?
20. They are destroyed between morning and evening;they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
21. Is not their excess wealth taken away from them?They die, yet without attaining wisdom.