15 A light breeze touched my face,and my hair bristled with fright.
16 I could see something standing there;I stared, but couldn't tell what it was.Then I heard a voice out of the silence:
17 “Can anyone be righteous in the sight of Godor be pure before his Creator?
18 God does not trust his heavenly servants;he finds fault even with his angels.
19 Do you think he will trust a creature of clay,a thing of dust that can be crushed like a moth?
20 Someone may be alive in the morning,but die unnoticed before evening comes.