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15 A breath of wind was passing before my face,
    and the hair on my body was standing up.
16 It stood still,
    but I could not recognize its appearance;
a form was in front of my eyes,
    there was stillness, then I heard a voice saying:
17 ‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God?
    Can a man be more pure than his Maker?

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