16. It stood still; I could not discern the appearance thereof: a form was before mine eyes; I heard a slight murmur and a voice:
17. Shall mortal man be more just than +God Shall a man be purer than his Maker?
18. Lo, he trusteth not his servants, and his angels he chargeth with folly:
19. How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed as the moth!
20. From morning to evening are they smitten: without any heeding it, they perish for ever.
21. Is not their tent-cord torn away in them? they die, and without wisdom.