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Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair on my body stood up.
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It stood still, But I could not discern its appearance. A form was before my eyes; There was silence; Then I heard a voice saying:
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'Can a mortal be more righteous than God? Can a man be more pure than his Maker?
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If He puts no trust in His servants, If He charges His angels with error,
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How much more those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before a moth?
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They are broken in pieces from morning till evening; They perish forever, with no one regarding.
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Does not their own excellence go away? They die, even without wisdom.'