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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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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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