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14 Dread came upon me, and trembling,
And made the multitude of my bones shake in dread.
15 Then a [a]spirit swept by my face;
The hair of my flesh bristled up.
16 It stood still, but I could not recognize its appearance;
A form was before my eyes;
There was silence, then I heard a voice:

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  1. Job 4:15 Or breath passed over