12. Your remembrance will be compared to ashes, and your necks will be reduced to clay.
13. Be silent for a little while, so that I may speak whatever my mind suggests to me.
14. Why do I wound my flesh with my teeth, and carry my soul in my hands?
15. And now, if he would kill me, I will hope in him; in this, truly, I will correct my ways in his sight.
16. And he will be my savior, for no hypocrite at all will approach in his sight.
17. Listen to my words, and perceive an enigma with your ears.