15 And a breath was moving over my face; the hair of my flesh became stiff:
         
                                
                        16 Something was present before me, but I was not able to see it clearly; there was a form before my eyes: a quiet voice came to my ears, saying:
         
                                
                        17 May a man be upright before God? or a man be clean before his Maker?
         
                                
                        18 Truly, he puts no faith in his servants, and he sees error in his angels;
         
                                
                        19 How much more those living in houses of earth, whose bases are in the dust! They are crushed more quickly than an insect;
         
                                
                        20 Between morning and evening they are completely broken; they come to an end for ever, and no one takes note.
         
                                
                        21 If their tent-cord is pulled up, do they not come to an end, and without wisdom?