Job 4:17 ASV

¹⁵  Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up.

¹⁶  It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof; A form was before mine eyes: 'There was' silence, and I heard a voice, 'saying',

¹⁷  Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?

¹⁸  Behold, he putteth no trust in his servants; And his angels he chargeth with folly:

¹⁹  How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!