9 Is 'it' good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?
10 He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces.
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?
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