Job 4:11-18

1. 11 The old lion perisheth for lack of prey, and the stout lion's whelps are scattered abroad.

2. 12 Now a thing was secretly brought to me, and mine ear received a little thereof.

3. 13 In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men,

4. 14 Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake.

5. 15 Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:

6. 16 It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,

7. 17 Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker?

8. 18 Behold, he put no trust in his servants; and his angels he charged with folly:

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