Job 13:13 YLT

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.