Job:4:15-19

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* A spirit glided past my face ; the hair of my flesh stood up . * It stood still , but I could not discern its appearance . A form was before my eyes ; there was silence , then I heard a voice : * `an mortal man be righteous before God ? Can a man be pure before his Maker ? * Even in his servants he puts no trust , and his angels he charges with error ; * how much more those who dwell in houses of clay , whose foundation is in the dust , who are crushed before the moth .

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