Consider now, I plead: Who, being innocent, has ever perished? Or where have the upright been destroyed?
It stood still, but I could not discern its appearance; a form loomed before my eyes, and I heard a whispering voice:
how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundations are in the dust, who can be crushed like a moth!
Job 4 · KJV Audio
0:000:00