12 Your remembrance will be compared to ashes, and your necks will be reduced to clay.
13 Be silent for a little while, so that I may speak whatever my mind suggests to me.
14 Why do I wound my flesh with my teeth, and carry my soul in my hands?
15 And now, if he would kill me, I will hope in him; in this, truly, I will correct my ways in his sight.
16 And he will be my savior, for no hypocrite at all will approach in his sight.
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