William Blake: Book of Job
Job: The Visions of the Night
Amid disquieting thoughts from the visions of the night,
When deep sleep falls on men,
Dread came upon me, and trembling,
And made all my bones shake.
Then a spirit passed by my face;
The hair of my flesh bristled up.
It stood still, but I could not discern its appearance;
A form was before my eyes;
There was silence, then I heard a voice:
Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Shall a man be more pure than his maker?
Job 4:13- 4:17