But a word sneaked up on me; my ears caught a hint of it.
In profound thoughts, visions of night, when deep sleep falls on people,
fear and dread struck me; all of my bones shook.
A breeze swept by my face; the hair of my skin bristled.
It stopped. I didn't recognize its visible form, although a figure was in front of my eyes. Silence! Then I heard a voice:
"Can a human be more righteous than God, a person purer than their maker?"