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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?’ Job 4:15-21, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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