Job 32:19
Behold, my breast is as wine which hath no vent; Like new wine-skins it is ready to burst.
Behold, my breast is as wine which hath no vent; Like new wine-skins it is ready to burst.
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18 For I am full of words; The spirit within me constraineth me.
20 I will speak, that I may be refreshed; I will open my lips and answer.
37 And no man putteth new wine into old wine-skins; else the new wine will burst the skins, and itself will be spilled, and the skins will perish.
38 But new wine must be put into fresh wine-skins.
39 And no man having drunk old [wine] desireth new; for he saith, The old is good.
22 And no man putteth new wine into old wine-skins; else the wine will burst the skins, and the wine perisheth, and the skins: but [they put] new wine into fresh wine-skins.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.
14 I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
17 Neither do [men] put new wine into old wine-skins: else the skins burst, and the wine is spilled, and the skins perish: but they put new wine into fresh wine-skins, and both are preserved.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with anguish; pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman in travail: I am pained so that I cannot hear; I am dismayed so that I cannot see.
7 The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merry-hearted do sigh.
13 and these wine-skins, which we filled, were new; and, behold, they are rent: and these our garments and our shoes are become old by reason of the very long journey.
18 He will not suffer me to take my breath, But filleth me with bitterness.
14 I have long time holden my peace; I have been still, and refrained myself: [now] will I cry out like a travailing woman; I will gasp and pant together.
27 My heart is troubled, and resteth not; Days of affliction are come upon me.
10 So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, And thy vats shall overflow with new wine.
10 Then shalt thou break the bottle in the sight of the men that go with thee,
34 Is not this laid up in store with me, Sealed up among my treasures?
7 For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.
12 Therefore thou shalt speak unto them this word: Thus saith Jehovah, the God of Israel, Every bottle shall be filled with wine: and they shall say unto thee, Do we not certainly know that every [ bottle shall be filled with wine?
24 His pails are full of milk, And the marrow of his bones is moistened.
19 My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I cannot hold my peace; because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
13 His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.
14 He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.
16 And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
21 For my soul was grieved, And I was pricked in my heart:
9 Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, [yea], my soul and my body.
1 My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct, The grave is [ready] for me.
18 By [God's] great force is my garment disfigured; It bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
13 Behold, I will press [you] in your place, as a cart presseth that is full of sheaves.
11 They make oil within the walls of these men; They tread [their] winepresses, and suffer thirst.
11 Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
6 Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, And wine unto the bitter in soul:
2 Thy body is [like] a round goblet, [Wherein] no mingled wine is wanting: Thy waist is [like] a heap of wheat Set about with lilies.
83 For I am become like a wine-skin in the smoke; Yet do I not forget thy statutes.
15 He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath sated me with wormwood.
9 And if I say, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name, then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am weary with forbearing, and I cannot [contain] .
20 Behold, O Jehovah; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaveth, at home there is as death.
24 I have digged and drunk strange waters, and with the sole of my feet will I dry up all the rivers of Egypt.
14 Yet his food in his bowels is turned, It is the gall of asps within him.
15 He hath swallowed down riches, and he shall vomit them up again; God will cast them out of his belly.
3 When I kept silence, my bones wasted away Through my groaning all the day long.
10 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?
5 Awake, ye drunkards, and weep; and wail, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
17 For I am ready to fall, And my sorrow is continually before me.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.
11 Therefore I am full of the wrath of Jehovah; I am weary with holding in: pour it out upon the children in the street, and upon the assembly of young men together; for even the husband with the wife shall be taken, the aged with him that is full of days.