ylt - Job:4:15-19

ylt@Job:4:15 @And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;

ylt@Job:4:16 @It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude [is] over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:

ylt@Job:4:17 @'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?

ylt@Job:4:18 @Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'

ylt@Job:4:19 @Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation [is] in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)