Job 4:14-21 ▼

14 dread came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones shake.

15 A spirit glided past my face; the hair of my flesh bristled.

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 mortals be righteous before God? Can human beings be pure before their Maker?

18 Even in his servants he puts no trust, and his angels he charges with error;

19 how much more those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth.

20 Between morning and evening they are destroyed; they perish forever without any regarding it.

21 Their tent-cord is plucked up within them, and they die devoid of wisdom.’