Job 4:15-19

15A spirit glided past my face; the hair of my flesh stood up.

16It stood still, but I could not discern its appearance. A form was before my eyes; there was silence, then I heard a voice:

17'Can mortal man be in the right before God? Can a man be pure before his Maker?

18Even in his servants he puts no trust, and his angels he charges with error;

19how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like the moth.