12 Your remembrance shall be compared to ashes, and your necks shall be brought to clay.
13 Hold your peace a little while, that I may speak whatsoever my mind shall suggest to me.
14 Why do I tear my flesh with my teeth, and carry my soul in my hands?
15 Although he should bill me, I will trust in him: but yet I will reprove my ways in his sight.
16 And he shall be my saviour: for no hypocrite shall come before his presence.
17 Hear ye my speech, and receive with Sour ears hidden truths.
18 If I shall be judged, I know that I shall be found just.