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15 A spirit brushed across my face,
    causing the hairs on my body to bristle.
16 It then halted,
    but I could not discern its shape.
An image was before my eyes,
    and then I heard a voice whisper:
17 “ ‘Can a human being appear upright in the presence of God?
    Can a mortal seem pure before its Maker?

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