11 Will not His
1 excellence make you afraid,
And the dread of Him fall upon you?
12 Your platitudes
are proverbs of ashes,
Your defenses are defenses of clay.
13 “Hold
1 your peace with me, and let me speak,
Then let come on me what
may!
14 Why
ado I take my flesh in my teeth,
And put my life in my hands?
15 aThough He slay me, yet will I trust Him.
bEven so, I will defend my own ways before Him.
16 He also
shall be my salvation,
For a
ahypocrite could not come before Him.
17 Listen carefully to my speech,
And to my declaration with your ears.
New King James Version®, Copyright© 1982, Thomas Nelson. All rights reserved.