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.