Job 4:15-17

International Standard Version

¹⁵ A spirit glided past me
    and made the hair on my skin^[a] to bristle.
¹⁶ It remained standing,
    but I couldn’t recognize its appearance.
A form appeared before my eyes;
    At first there was^[b] silence, and then this voice:
¹⁷ ‘Can a mortal person^[c] be more righteous than God?
    Or can the purity of the valiant exceed that of his maker?’^[d]