14. Fear hath met me, and trembling, And the multitude of my bones caused to fear.
15. And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;
16. It standeth, and I discern not its aspect, A similitude [is] over-against mine eyes, Silence! and a voice I hear:
17. `Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?