Job 4:15-17

The Voice

¹⁵     Then a wind blew through, a divine breath skimming my face.
        Every hair on my body stood on end.
¹⁶     It came to a stop, but I couldn’t make it out—
        some form there before me, then a hushed voice breaking the silence:
¹⁷     “Can a mortal stand innocent before God?
        Can a man or even a hero be pure before his Creator?”