- It stopped, but I could not tell what it was. A form stood before my eyes, and I heard a hushed voice:
- 'Can a mortal be more righteous than God? Can a man be more pure than his Maker?
- If God places no trust in his servants, if he charges his angels with error,
- how much more those who live in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who are crushed more readily than a moth!
- Between dawn and dusk they are broken to pieces; unnoticed, they perish forever.
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- 那灵停住,我却不能辨其形状。有影像在我眼前。我在静默中听见有声音说,
- 必死的人岂能比神公义麽。人岂能比造他的主洁净麽。
- 主不信靠他的臣仆,并且指他的使者为愚昧。
- 何况那住在土房,根基在尘土里,被蠹虫所毁坏的人呢。
- 早晚之间,就被毁灭,永归无有,无人理会。
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