18:004:011 The old lion perisheth for lack of prey, and the stout lion's whelps are scattered abroad.
18:004:012 Now a thing was secretly brought to me, and mine ear received a little thereof.
18:004:013 In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men,
18:004:014 Fear came upon me, and trembling, which made all my bones to shake.
18:004:015 Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up:
18:004:016 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,
18:004:017 Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his maker?
18:004:018 Behold, he put no trust in his servants; and his angels he charged with folly:
18:004:019 How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?
18:004:020 They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever without any regarding it.