15 A spirit glided past my face,
    and the hair on my body stood on end.(A)
16 It stopped,
    but I could not tell what it was.
A form stood before my eyes,
    and I heard a hushed voice:(B)
17 ‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God?(C)
    Can even a strong man be more pure than his Maker?(D)

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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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