13 "Amid disquieting thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falls on men,
14 Dread came upon me, and trembling, And made all my bones shake.
15 "Then a spirit passed by my face; The hair of my flesh bristled up.
16 "It stood still, but I could not discern its appearance; A form was before my eyes; There was silence, then I heard a voice:
17 'Can mankind be just before God? Can a man be pure before his Maker?
18 'He puts no trust even in His servants; And against His angels He charges error.
19 'How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!