Job:4:15-19

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* Then a spirit passed before my face , The hair of my flesh rose on end ; * It stood still , but its form I could not discern ; An image was before mine eyes ; There was silence , and I heard a voice : * "Shall mortal man be more just than God ? Shall man be more pure than his Maker ? * Behold , he putteth no trust in his ministering spirits , And his angels he chargeth with frailty . * What then are they who dwell in houses of clay , Whose foundation is in the dust , Who crumble to pieces , as if moth –eaten !

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