JOB 4:12-21
NOW A THING WAS
SECRETLY BROUGHT TO ME,
AND MINE EAR RECEIVED
A LITTLE THEREOF.
IN
THOUGHTS
FROM
THE VISIONS OF THE NIGHT,
WHEN
DEEP SLEEP
FALLETH ON MEN,
FEAR CAME UPON ME,
AND
TREMBLING,
WHICH MADE
ALL MY BONES TO SHAKE.
THEN A SPIRIT PASSED
BEFORE MY FACE;
THE HAIR OF MY FLESH STOOD UP:
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,
SHALL MORTAL MAN
BE MORE JUST THAN GOD?
SHALL A MAN
BE MORE PURE
THAN HIS MAKER?
BEHOLD, HE PUT NO
TRUST IN HIS SERVANTS;
AND HIS ANGELS HE CHARGED
WITH FOLLY:HOW MUCH LESS
IN THEM THAT DWELL IN
HOUSES OF CLAY,
WHOSE FOUNDATION
IS
THE DUST,
WHICH ARE CRUSHED
BEFORE THE MOTH?
THEY ARE DESTROYED
FROM MORNING TO EVENING:
THEY PERISH FOREVER
WITHOUT ANY REGARDING IT.
DOTH NOT THEIR EXCELLENCY
WHICH IS IN THEM GO AWAY?
THEY DIE, EVEN WITHOUT WISDOM.
LOVE
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