Job 4:14-21 ▼

14 dread and trembling met me, and the multitude of my bones it frightened.

15 And a spirit was gliding over my face, the hair of my flesh bristled.

16 It stood still, I could not discern its appearance. A likeness was in front of my eyes; there was silence, and I heard a voice:

17 ‘Shall a human be righteous more than God? Can a man be pure more than his Maker?

18 Behold, in His servants He does not trust, and His angels He charges with error;

19 how much more those dwelling in houses of clay, for whom their foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before a moth?

20 From morning to evening they are broken to pieces; without anyone noticing, they perish forever.

21 Has not their tent cord been pulled up with them? They will die, and not in wisdom?’