Job 4:15-21

A spirit glided past my face, and the hair on my body stood on end. The spirit stopped, but I could not see what it was. A shape stood before my eyes, and I heard a quiet voice. It said, ‘Can a human be more right than God? Can a person be pure before his maker? God does not trust his angels; he blames them for mistakes. So he puts even more blame on people who live in clay houses, whose foundations are made of dust, who can be crushed like a moth. Between dawn and sunset many people are broken to pieces; without being noticed, they die and are gone forever. The ropes of their tents are pulled up, and they die without wisdom.’