15 Then a spirit passed before my face;
The hair on my body stood up.

16 It stood still,
But I could not discern its appearance.
A form was before my eyes;
There was silence;
Then I heard a voice saying:

18 If He ^aputs no trust in His servants,
If 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 a moth?