12 And a word was secretly brought to me, and my ear received a little of it.
13 In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falls upon men,
14 fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones shake.
15 And a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.
16 It stood still, but I could not tell the form of it. An image was before my eyes; silence; then I heard a voice,
17 Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
18 Behold, He puts no trust in His servants, and His angels He charges with folly!
19 How much less in those who live in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth?
20 They are destroyed from morning till evening; they perish forever without anyone caring.
21 Is not their tent cord plucked up within them? They die, but not with wisdom.