VIN(i)
12 Now a thing was secretly brought to me; my ear received a whisper of it.
13 In imaginations of visions of the night, when deep sleep falls upon men,
14 fear and trembling met me, and made my many bones dread.
15 A spirit glided past me and made the hair on my skin to bristle.
16 It stood still, but I could not tell the form of it. An image was before my eyes; silence; then I heard a voice,
17 Can a mortal be more righteous than God? or can a man be more pure than his Maker?
18 Look, he does not trust in his servants and he charges his angels with error.
19 How much more, those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!
20 Between morning and evening they are destroyed; without anyone regarding it they perish forever.
21 "Have the ropes of their tent been loosened? Will they die without wisdom?"