I have seen people plow fields of evil and plant wickedness like seed; now they harvest wickedness and evil.
Like a storm, God destroys them in his anger.
The wicked roar and growl like lions, but God silences them and breaks their teeth.
Like lions with nothing to kill and eat, they die, and all their children are scattered.
Once a message came quietly, so quietly I could hardly hear it.
Like a nightmare it disturbed my sleep. 1
I trembled and shuddered; my whole body shook with fear.
A light breeze touched my face, and my skin crawled with fright.
I could see something standing there; I stared, but couldn't tell what it was. Then I heard a voice out of the silence:
"Can anyone be righteous in the sight of God or be pure before his Creator?
God does not trust his heavenly servants; he finds fault even with his angels.