15 Then a spirit passed before my face;the hair of my flesh stood up:
16 it stood still,but I could not discern the form thereof:an image was before mine 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, which are crushed before the moth?
20 They are destroyed from morning to evening:they perish for ever without any regarding it.