13 Amid disquieting dreams in the night,

when deep sleep falls on people,

14 fear and trembling seized me

and made all my bones shake.

15 A spirit glided past my face,

and the hair on my body stood on end.

16 It 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?

18 If God places no trust in his servants,

if he charges his angels with error,

19 how much more those who live in houses of clay,

whose foundations are in the dust,

who are crushed more readily than a moth!

13 In thoughts from the visions of the night,

When deep sleep falleth on men,

14 Fear came upon me, and trembling,

Which made all my bones to shake.

15 Then a spirit passed before my face;

The hair of my flesh stood up:

16 It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof:

An image was before mine eyes,

There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,

17 Shall mortal man be more just than God?

Shall a man be more pure than his maker?

18 Behold, he put no trust in his servants;

And his angels he charged with folly:

19 How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay,

Whose foundation is in the dust,

Which are crushed before the moth?

13 It came to me in a disturbing vision at night,

when people are in a deep sleep.

14 Fear gripped me,

and my bones trembled.

15 A spirit swept past my face,

and my hair stood on end.

16 The 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,

19 how much less will he trust people made of clay!

They are made of dust, crushed as easily as a moth.

13 In disquieting thoughts from the visions of the night,

When deep sleep falls on men,

14 Fear came upon me, and trembling,

Which made all my bones shake.

15 Then a spirit passed before my face;

The hair on my body stood up.

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 saying:

17 ‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God?

Can a man be more pure than his Maker?

18 If He puts no trust in His servants,

If He charges His angels with error,

19 How much more those who dwell in houses of clay,

Whose foundation is in the dust,

Who are crushed before a moth?

13 It was during a nightmare

when people are in deep sleep.

14 I was trembling with fear;

all my bones were shaking.

15 A spirit glided past my face,

and the hair on my body stood on end.

16 The spirit stopped,

but I could not see what it was.

A shape stood before my eyes,

and I heard a quiet voice.

17 It said, ‘Can a human be more right than God?

Can a person be pure before his maker?

18 God does not trust his angels;

he blames them for mistakes.

19 So he puts even more blame on people who live in clay houses,

whose foundations are made of dust,

who can be crushed like a moth.

13 In thoughts from the visions of the night,

When deep sleep falleth on men,

14 Fear came upon me, and trembling,

Which made all my bones to shake.

15 Then a spirit passed before my face;

The hair of my flesh stood up.

16 It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof;

A form was before mine eyes:

There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying,

17 Shall mortal man be more just than God?

Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?

18 Behold, he putteth no trust in his servants;

And his angels he chargeth with folly:

19 How much more them that dwell in houses of clay,

Whose foundation is in the dust,

Who are crushed before the moth!

13 In thoughts from visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men: — 14 Fear came on me, and trembling, and made all my bones to shake; 15 And a spirit passed before my face—the hair of my flesh stood up— 16 It stood still; I could not discern the appearance thereof: a form was before mine eyes; I heard a slight murmur and a voice: 17 Shall mortal man be more just than †God? Shall a man be purer than his Maker? 18 Lo, he trusteth not his servants, and his angels he chargeth with folly: 19 How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed as the moth!

13 With disturbing thoughts from visions in the night, 

when deep sleep falls on people, 

14 fear and trembling came over me, 

and all my bones shook. 

15 A spirit passed in front of me. 

It made my hair stand on end. 

16 Something stood there. 

I couldn’t tell what it was. 

A vague image was in front of my eyes. 

I heard a soft voice: 

17 ‘Can ⸤any⸥ mortal be righteous to God? 

Can ⸤any⸥ human being be pure to his maker?’ 

18 “You see, God doesn’t trust his own servants, 

and he accuses his angels of making mistakes. 

19 How much more will he accuse those who live in clay houses 

that have their foundation in the dust. 

Those houses can be crushed quicker than a moth! 

13 Among unsettling thoughts from visions in the night,

when deep sleep descends on men,

14 fear and trembling came over me

and made all my bones shake.

15 A wind passed by me,

and I shuddered with fear.

16 A figure stood there,

but I could not recognize its appearance;

a form loomed before my eyes.

I heard a quiet voice:

17 “Can a person be more righteous than God,

or a man more pure than his Maker?”

18 If God puts no trust in His servants

and He charges His angels with foolishness,

19 how much more those who dwell in clay houses,

whose foundation is in the dust,

who are crushed like a moth!

13 Amid thoughts from visions of the night,

when deep sleep falls on mortals,

14 dread came upon me, and trembling,

which made all my bones shake.

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 God?

Can human beings be pure before their Maker?

18 Even in his servants he puts no trust,

and his angels he charges with error;

19 how much more those who live in houses of clay,

whose foundation is in the dust,

who are crushed like a moth.

13 Amid troubling thoughts from night visions,

at the falling of deep sleep on men,

14 dread met me, and trembling,

and it made many of my bones shake.

15 And a spirit glided before my face;

the hair of my flesh bristled.

16 It stood still, but I could not recognize its appearance;

a form was before my eyes;

there was a hush, and I heard a voice:

17 ‘Can a human being be more righteous than God,

or can a man be more pure than his Maker?

18 Look, he does not trust in his servants

and he charges his angels with error.

19 How much more dwellers in clay houses,

whose foundation is in the dust?

They are crushed like a moth.

13 I had a scary dream one night.

I was sound asleep.

14 Fear and trembling grabbed hold of me.

That made every bone in my body shake.

15 A spirit glided past my face.

The hair on my body stood on end.

16 Then the spirit stopped.

But I couldn’t tell what it was.

Something stood there in front of me.

I heard a soft voice.

17 It said, ‘Can a human being be more right than God?

Can a mere man be more pure than the One who made him?

18 God doesn’t trust those who serve him.

He even brings charges against his angels.

19 So he’ll certainly find fault with human beings.

After all, they are made out of dust.

They can be crushed more easily than a moth.

13 “Amid disquieting thoughts from the visions of the night,

When deep sleep falls on men,

14 Dread came upon me, and trembling,

And made all my bones shake.

15 “Then a spirit passed by my face;

The hair of my flesh bristled up.

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 mankind be just before God?

Can a man be pure before his Maker?

18 ‘He puts no trust even in His servants;

And against His angels He charges error.

19 ‘How much more those who dwell in houses of clay,

Whose foundation is in the dust,

Who are crushed before the moth!