web Job:4:15-19
web@Job:4:15 @Then a spirit passed before my face. The hair of my flesh stood up.
web@Job:4:16 @It stood still, but I couldn't discern its appearance. A form was before my eyes. Silence, then I heard a voice, saying,
web@Job:4:17 @'Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
web@Job:4:18 @Behold, he puts no trust in his servants. He charges his angels with error.
web@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!