Job 4:15-17

New Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition

¹⁵ A spirit glided past my face;
    the hair of my flesh bristled.
¹⁶ It stood still,
    but I could not discern its appearance.
A form was before my eyes;
    there was silence, then I heard a voice:
¹⁷ ‘Can mortals be righteous before^[a] God?
    Can human beings be pure before^[b] their Maker?