11 Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you?
12 Your remembrances [are] similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights.
13 Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
14 Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?
15 Lo, He doth slay me -- I wait not! Only, my ways unto His face I argue.
16 Also -- He [is] to me for salvation, For the profane cometh not before Him.
17 Hear ye diligently my word, And my declaration with your ears.
