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15 A spirit glided past my face.
    The hair on my body stood up in fear.
16 The spirit stopped,
    but I could not see what it was.
A shape stood before my eyes.
    And I heard a quiet voice.
17 It said, ‘Can a man be holy in the presence of God?
    Can a man be pure before the one who made him?

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15 Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:

16 It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes, there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,

17 Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker?

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