Classic Poem

S HUETIAN Bildad made this short reply:
" Dominion and awful majesty
To Him belong, Who, crown'd with sacred rays,
The host of heav'n in perfect concord sways.
Who can His armies number, infinite,
And full of fate! On whom shines not His light?
Can mortals righteous in His eyes appear?
Can they be spotless whom frail women bear?
To Him the radiant sun is but obscure,
The moon still in eclipse, the stars impure.
What then is man, polluted in his birth,
An unclean worm that crawls upon the earth? "