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11 Won’t God’s majesty frighten you?
Won’t the dread he inspires overwhelm you?
12 Your axioms are proverbs made of ashes.
Your strong points are made of clay.

13 Silence! Let me speak.
I intend to speak up, no matter what happens.

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11 Would not his splendor(A) terrify you?
    Would not the dread of him fall on you?(B)
12 Your maxims are proverbs of ashes;
    your defenses are defenses of clay.(C)

13 “Keep silent(D) and let me speak;(E)
    then let come to me what may.(F)

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