ECB(i)
12 And by stealth, a word is brought to me and my ear takes an inkling.
13 In sentiments from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on men,
14 dread and trembling confront me - which my abundant bones dread.
15 And a spirit passes in front of my face; the hair of my flesh stands on end;
16 it stands: but I recognize not the visage; a manifestation in front of my eyes: stillness - and I hear a voice,
17 Is mortal man more just than Elohah? The mighty more pure than his Worker?
18 Behold, he puts no trust in his servants; and he sets his angels with braggadocio;
19 yes, they who tabernacle in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust crush at the face of the moth
20 - crushed from morning to evening; they destruct in perpetuity without setting:
21 those remaining pull stakes - they die, even without wisdom.