Job 4:15-21

“Then a spirit passed by my face; The hair of my flesh stood up. “Something was standing still, but I could not recognize its appearance; A form was before my eyes; There was silence, then I heard a voice: ‘Can mankind be righteous before God? Can a man be pure before his Maker? ‘He puts no trust even in His servants; And He accuses His angels of error. ‘How much more those who live in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth! ‘Between morning and evening they are broken in pieces; Unregarded, they perish forever. ‘Is their tent-cord not pulled out within them? They die, yet without wisdom.’