Job 4:12-21 But wheras a thing was hyd from me, yet myne care hath receaued a litle therof

Bishops⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹² But wheras a thing was hyd from me, yet myne care hath receaued a litle therof ¹³ In the thoughtes and visions of the night when sleepe commeth on men ¹⁴ Feare came vpon me & dread, which made all my bones to shake ¹⁵ The winde passed by before my presence, and made the heeres of my fleshe to stande vp ¹⁶ He stoode thereon and I knewe not his face, an image there was before myne eyes, and in the stilnesse hearde I a voyce ¹⁷ Shall man be more iust then God? or shall a man be purer then his maker ¹⁸ Beholde, he founde not trueth in his seruauntes, and in his angels there was folly ¹⁹ Howe much more in them that dwel in houses of clay, and whose foundation is but dust, which shall be consumed as it were with a moth ²⁰ They shalbe smitten from the morning vnto the euening: yea they shall perishe for euer, when no man regardeth them ²¹ Is not their royaltie gone away with them? they shall dye truely, and not in wysdome