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"Now a thing was secretly brought to me, My ear received a whisper of it.
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In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falls on men,
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Fear came on me, and trembling, Which made all my bones shake.
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Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up.
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It stood still, but I couldn`t discern the appearance of it; A form was before my eyes. Silence, then I heard a voice, saying,
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`Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
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Behold, he puts no trust in his servants. He charges his angels with error.
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How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth!
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Between morning and evening they are destroyed. They perish forever without any regarding it.
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Isn`t their tent-cord plucked up within them? They die, and that without wisdom.`