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11 Doesn’t God’s majesty terrify you?
Aren’t you overcome with dread of him?
12 Your maxims are garbage-proverbs;
your answers crumble like clay.

13 “So be quiet! Let me be! I’ll do the talking,
come on me what may!

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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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