Job 4:13

In context

11The old lion dies for lack of prey, and the cubs of the lioness are scattered. 12A word was brought to me in stealth; my ear caught the whisper of it. 13In the unquiet thoughts of visions in the night, when deep sleep falls on men, 14dread came over me, and trembling, and it set all my bones shuddering. 15A spirit passed across my face; the hair of my flesh bristled.