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.)
20. From morning to evening are beaten down, Without any regarding, for ever they perish.
21. Hath not their excellency been removed with them? They die, and not in wisdom!