The roaring of the lion, and the voice of the fierce lion, and the teeth of the young lions, are broken.
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,
How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth?
Job 4 · KJV Audio
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