Job 13:11-15

11Would not his splendor terrify you? Would not the dread of him fall on you?

12Your maxims are proverbs of ashes; your defenses are defenses of clay.

13“Keep silent and let me speak; then let come to me what may.

14Why do I put myself in jeopardy and take my life in my hands?

15Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him; I will surely Or He will surely slay me; I have no hope— / yet I will defend my ways to his face.