11 Would God’s majesty not terrify you?(A)
Would his dread not fall on you?
12 Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ash;(B)
your defenses are made of clay.

13 Be quiet,[a] and I will speak.
Let whatever comes happen to me.

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Footnotes

  1. 13:13 Lit quiet before me

11 Would not his splendor(A) terrify you?
    Would not the dread of him fall on you?(B)
12 Your maxims are proverbs of ashes;
    your defenses are defenses of clay.(C)

13 “Keep silent(D) and let me speak;(E)
    then let come to me what may.(F)

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11 Shall not his excellency make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?

12 Your remembrances are like unto ashes, your bodies to bodies of clay.

13 Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.

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