Job 4:17

וְרוּחַ עַל־פָּנַי יַחֲלֹף תְּסַמֵּר שַֽׂעֲרַת בְּשָׂרִֽי

Then a spirit passed before my face, That made the hair of my flesh to stand up.

יַעֲמֹד וְֽלֹא־אַכִּיר מַרְאֵהוּ תְּמוּנָה לְנֶגֶד עֵינָי דְּמָמָה וָקוֹל אֶשְׁמָֽע

It stood still, but I could not discern the appearance thereof; A form was before mine eyes; I heard a still voice:

הֵן בַּעֲבָדָיו לֹא יַאֲמִין וּבְמַלְאָכָיו יָשִׂים תָּהֳלָֽה

Behold, He putteth no trust in His servants, And His angels He chargeth with folly;

אַף שֹׁכְנֵי בָֽתֵּי־חֹמֶר אֲשֶׁר־בֶּעָפָר יְסוֹדָם יְדַכְּאוּם לִפְנֵי־עָֽשׁ

How much more them that dwell in houses of clay, Whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed before the moth!