Will not his majesty terrify you, and the dread of him fall upon you?
Your maxims are proverbs of ashes, your defenses are defenses of clay.
"Let me have silence, and I will speak, and let come on me what may.
I will take my flesh in my teeth, and put my life in my hand.
See, he will kill me; I have no hope; but I will defend my ways to his face.
This will be my salvation, that the godless shall not come before him.
Listen carefully to my words, and let my declaration be in your ears.
I have indeed prepared my case; I know that I shall be vindicated.
Who is there that will contend with me? For then I would be silent and die.
Only grant two things to me, then I will not hide myself from your face:
withdraw your hand far from me, and do not let dread of you terrify me.