rsv - Job:4:15-19

rsv@Job:4:15 @ A spirit glided past my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.

rsv@Job:4:16 @ It stood still, but I could not discern its appearance. A form was before my eyes; there was silence, then I heard a voice:

rsv@Job:4:17 @ `an mortal man be righteous before God? Can a man be pure before his Maker?

rsv@Job:4:18 @ Even in his servants he puts no trust, and his angels he charges with error;

rsv@Job:4:19 @ how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth.