14 Dread came upon me, and trembling,
And made [a]all my bones shake.
15 “Then a [b]spirit passed by my face;
The hair of my flesh bristled 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:

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Footnotes

  1. Job 4:14 Lit the multitude of
  2. Job 4:15 Or breath passed over