noyes - Job:4:15-19

noyes@Job:4:15 @ Then a spirit passed before my face, The hair of my flesh rose on end;

noyes@Job:4:16 @ It stood still, but its form I could not discern; An image was before mine eyes; There was silence, and I heard a voice:

noyes@Job:4:17 @ "Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall man be more pure than his Maker?

noyes@Job:4:18 @ Behold, he putteth no trust in his ministering spirits, And his angels he chargeth with frailty.

noyes@Job:4:19 @ What then are they who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who crumble to pieces, as if motheaten!