Job 4:13 YLT

¹¹  An old lion is perishing without prey, And the whelps of the lioness do separate.

¹²  And unto me a thing is secretly brought, And receive doth mine ear a little of it.

¹³  In thoughts from visions of the night, In the falling of deep sleep on men,

¹⁴  Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.

¹⁵  And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;