11 The old lion perishes for lack of prey, The whelps of the lioness are scattered abroad.
12 "Now a thing was secretly brought to me, My ear received a whisper of it.
13 In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falls on men,
14 Fear came on me, and trembling, Which made all my bones shake.
15 Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up.
16 It stood still, but I couldn`t discern the appearance of it; A form was before my eyes. Silence, then I heard a voice, saying,
17 `Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than his Maker?
