15 A breath of wind was passing before my face,and the hair on my body was standingup.
16 It stood still,but I could not recognize its appearance;a form was in front of my eyes,there was stillness, then I heard a voice saying:
17 ‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God?Can a man be more pure than his Maker?
18 He does not trust in His servants,and He charges His angels with error;
19 Even more, those who dwell in houses of clay,whose foundation is in the dust,who are crushed before the moth.
20 They are broken in pieces from morning to evening;they perish forever without anyone regarding it.
21 Are not their tent ropes plucked up,so they die, even without wisdom?’