Job 4:17 WEB

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

¹⁶  It stood still, but I couldn't discern the appearance of it; A form was before my eyes. Silence, then 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 puts no trust in his servants. He charges his angels with error.

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