13 Amid troubling thoughts from night visions, at the falling of deep sleep on men,
14 dread met me, and trembling, and it made many of my bones shake.
15 And a spirit glided before my face; the hair of my flesh bristled.
16 It stood still, but I could not recognize its appearance; a form was before my eyes; there was a hush, and I heard a voice:
17 ‘Can a human being be more righteous than God, or can a man be more pure than his Maker?
18 Look, he does not trust in his servants and he charges his angels with error.
19 How much more dwellers in clay houses, whose foundation is in the dust? They are crushed like a moth.