Job 4:12-21
Job 4:12-21 CSB
A word was brought to me in secret; my ears caught a whisper of it. Among unsettling thoughts from visions in the night, when deep sleep comes over men, fear and trembling came over me and made all my bones shake. I felt a draft on my face, and the hair on my body stood up. A figure stood there, but I could not recognize its appearance; a form loomed before my eyes. I heard a whispering voice: “Can a mortal be righteous before God? Can a man be more pure than his Maker? ” If God puts no trust in his servants and he charges his angels with foolishness, , how much more those who dwell in clay houses, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth! They are smashed to pieces from dawn to dusk; they perish forever while no one notices. Are their tent cords not pulled up? They die without wisdom.





