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15 A breeze swept by my face;
    the hair of my skin bristled.
16 It stopped. I didn’t recognize its visible form,
    although a figure was in front of my eyes.
Silence! Then I heard a voice:
17     “Can a human be more righteous than God,
        a person purer than their maker?”

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15 A spirit glided past my face,
    and the hair on my body stood on end.(A)
16 It stopped,
    but I could not tell what it was.
A form stood before my eyes,
    and I heard a hushed voice:(B)
17 ‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God?(C)
    Can even a strong man be more pure than his Maker?(D)

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