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.
20 Between morning and evening they are destroyed; without anyone regarding it they perish forever.
21 Is not their tent cord pulled up within them? They die, but not in wisdom.’