Job 4:12-21
New American Standard Bible
Chapter 4
12'Now a word was brought to me secretly, And my ear received a whisper of it. 13Amid disquieting thoughts from visions of the night, When deep sleep falls on people, 14Dread came upon me, and trembling, And made all my bones shake. 15Then a spirit passed by my face; The hair of my flesh stood up. 16 Something was standing still, but I could not recognize its appearance; A form was before my eyes; There was silence, then I heard a voice: 17‘Can mankind be righteous before God? Can a man be pure before his Maker? 18He puts no trust even in His servants; And He accuses His angels of error. 19How much more those who live in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, Who are crushed before the moth! 20Between morning and evening they are broken in pieces; Unregarded, they perish forever. 21Is their tent-cord not pulled out within them? They die, yet without wisdom.’King James Version
Christian Standard Bible
Chapter 4
12A word was brought to me in secret; my ears caught a whisper of it. 13Among unsettling thoughts from visions in the night, when deep sleep comes over men, 14fear and trembling came over me and made all my bones shake. 15I felt a draft on my face, and the hair on my body stood up. 16A figure stood there, but I could not recognize its appearance; a form loomed before my eyes. I heard a whispering voice: 17"Can a mortal be righteous before God? Can a man be more pure than his Maker?" 18If God puts no trust in his servants and he charges his angels with foolishness, 19how much more those who dwell in clay houses, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like a moth! 20They are smashed to pieces from dawn to dusk; they perish forever while no one notices. 21Are their tent cords not pulled up? They die without wisdom.New Living Translation
Chapter 4
12'This truth was given to me in secret, as though whispered in my ear. 13It came to me in a disturbing vision at night, when people are in a deep sleep. 14Fear gripped me, and my bones trembled. 15A spirit swept past my face, and my hair stood on end. 16The spirit stopped, but I couldn’t see its shape. There was a form before my eyes. In the silence I heard a voice say, 17‘Can a mortal be innocent before God? Can anyone be pure before the Creator?’
18'If God does not trust his own angels and has charged his messengers with foolishness,
19how much less will he trust people made of clay! They are made of dust, crushed as easily as a moth.
20They are alive in the morning but dead by evening, gone forever without a trace.
21Their tent-cords are pulled and the tent collapses, and they die in ignorance.
English Standard Version
Chapter 4
12"Now a word was brought to me stealthily; my ear received the whisper of it. 13Amid thoughts from visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, 14dread came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones shake. 15A spirit glided past my face; the hair of my flesh stood up. 16It 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 mortal man be in the right before God? Can a man be pure before his Maker? 18Even in his servants he puts no trust, and his angels he charges with error; 19how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like the moth. 20Between morning and evening they are beaten to pieces; they perish forever without anyone regarding it. 21Is not their tent-cord plucked up within them, do they not die, and that without wisdom?’New International Version
Chapter 4
12"A word was secretly brought to me, my ears caught a whisper of it. 13Amid disquieting dreams in the night, when deep sleep falls on people, 14fear and trembling seized me and made all my bones shake. 15A spirit glided past my face, and the hair on my body stood on end. 16It stopped, but I could not tell what it was. A form stood before my eyes, and I heard a hushed voice: 17‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God? Can even a strong man be more pure than his Maker? 18If God places no trust in his servants, if he charges his angels with error, 19how much more those who live in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who are crushed more readily than a moth! 20Between dawn and dusk they are broken to pieces; unnoticed, they perish forever. 21Are not the cords of their tent pulled up, so that they die without wisdom?’New King James Version
