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11     Aren’t you horrified at the weight of His majesty?
        Isn’t the dread of Him enough to drop you where you stand?
12     All your quoted proverbs turn to ash;
        your clever comebacks crumble like brittle towers of clay.

Job will take his chances before God. He still trusts Him, even if God chooses to take his life.

13     So keep your mouths shut around me, and let me speak to God.
        And whatever may come, let it come.

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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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