11 Shall not his excellence make you afraid? and his dread fall upon you?
12 Your remembrances [are] like to 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].
14 Why do I take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand?
15 Though he shall slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain my own ways before him.
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