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11 His splendor will petrify you with terror,
    paralyzing you with fear, won’t it?
12 Your maxims are just worthless proverbs;
    your defensive arguments are made of clay.”

Job Resolves to Present His Case

13 “Don’t talk to me! It’s my turn to speak;
    then whatever happens, 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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