Job 4:17 YLT

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

¹⁶  It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude 'is' over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:

¹⁷  'Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?

¹⁸  Lo, in His servants He putteth no credence, Nor in His messengers setteth praise.'

¹⁹  Also -- the inhabitants of houses of clay, (Whose foundation 'is' in the dust, They bruise them before a moth.)