Job 32:19
My stomach is like wine which is unable to get out; like skins full of new wine, it is almost burst.
My stomach is like wine which is unable to get out; like skins full of new wine, it is almost burst.
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18 For I am full of words, I am unable to keep in my breath any longer:
20 Let me say what is in my mind, so that I may get comfort; let me give answer with open mouth.
37 And no man puts new wine into old wine-skins, for fear that the skins will be burst by the new wine, and the wine be let out, and the skins come to destruction.
38 But new wine has to be put into new wine-skins.
39 And no man, having had old wine, has any desire for new, for he says, The old is better.
22 And no man puts new wine into old wine-skins: or the skins will be burst by the wine, and the wine and the skins will be wasted: but new wine has to be put into new wine-skins.
24 In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
14 I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.
15 My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.
17 And men do not put new wine into old wine-skins; or the skins will be burst and the wine will come out, and the skins are of no more use: but they put new wine into new wine-skins, and so the two will be safe.
3 For this cause I am full of bitter grief; pains like the pains of a woman in childbirth have come on me: I am bent down with sorrow at what comes to my ears; I am shocked by what I see.
7 The new wine is thin, the vine is feeble, and all the glad-hearted make sounds of grief.
13 And these wine-skins were new when we put the wine in them, and now they are cracked as you see; and our clothing and our shoes have become old because of our very long journey here.
18 He would not let me take my breath, but I would be full of bitter grief.
14 I have long been quiet, I have kept myself in and done nothing: now I will make sounds of pain like a woman in childbirth, breathing hard and quickly.
27 My feelings are strongly moved, and give me no rest; days of trouble have overtaken me.
10 So your store-houses will be full of grain, and your vessels overflowing with new wine.
10 Then let the potter's bottle be broken before the eyes of the men who have gone with you,
34 Is not this among my secrets, kept safe in my store-house?
7 For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
8 I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.
12 So you are to say this word to them: This is the word of the Lord, the God of Israel: Every skin bottle will be full of wine; and they will say to you, Is it not quite clear to us that every skin bottle will be full of wine?
24 His buckets are full of milk, and there is no loss of strength in his bones.
19 My soul, my soul! I am pained to my inmost heart; my heart is troubled in me; I am not able to be quiet, because the sound of the horn, the note of war, has come to my ears.
13 His bowmen come round about me; their arrows go through my body without mercy; my life is drained out on the earth.
14 I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.
16 But now my soul is turned to water in me, days of trouble overtake me:
21 My heart was made bitter, and I was pained by the bite of grief:
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.
1 My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.
18 With great force he takes a grip of my clothing, pulling me by the neck of my coat.
13 See, I am crushing you down, as one is crushed under a cart full of grain.
11 Between the lines of olive-trees they make oil; though they have no drink, they are crushing out the grapes.
11 So I will not keep my mouth shut; I will let the words come from it in the pain of my spirit, my soul will make a bitter outcry.
6 Give strong drink to him who is near to destruction, and wine to him whose soul is bitter:
2 Your stomach is a store of grain with lilies round it, and in the middle a round cup full of wine.
83 For I have become like a wine-skin black with smoke; but I still keep the memory of your rules.
15 He has made my life nothing but pain, he has given me the bitter root in full measure.
9 And if I say, I will not keep him in mind, I will not say another word in his name; then it is in my heart like a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am tired of keeping myself in, I am not able to do it.
20 See, O Lord, for I am in trouble; the inmost parts of my body are deeply moved; my heart is turned in me; for I have been uncontrolled: outside the children are put to the sword, and in the house there is death.
24 I have made water-holes and taken their waters, and with my foot I have made all the rivers of Egypt dry.
14 His food becomes bitter in his stomach; the poison of snakes is inside him.
15 He takes down wealth as food, and sends it up again; it is forced out of his stomach by God.
3 When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
10 Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?
5 Come out of your sleep, you who are overcome with wine, and give yourselves to weeping; give cries of sorrow, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it has been cut off from your mouths.
17 My feet are near to falling, and my sorrow is ever before me.
4 Because of this my spirit is overcome; and my heart is full of fear.
11 For this reason I am full of the wrath of the Lord, I am tired of keeping it in: may it be let loose on the children in the street, and on the band of the young men together: for even the husband with his wife will be taken, the old man with him who is full of days.