Job 32:19

Coverdale Bible (1535)

Beholde, I am as the new wyne which hath no vente, & bursteth the new vessels in sunder.

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  • Matt 9:17 : 17 Nether do men put new wyne in to olde vessels, for then the vessels breake, and the wyne runneth out, & ye vessels peryshe, But they poure newe wyne in to newe vessels, and so are both saued together,

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  • 18For I am full of wordes, & the sprete that is within me, copelleth me.

  • 20Therfore wil I speake, that I maye haue vete: I wil open my lyppes, and make answere.

  • Luke 5:37-39
    3 verses
    72%

    37And no man putteth new wyne in to olde vessels, for els ye new wyne barsteth the vessels, and runneth out it self, and the vessels perishe.

    38But new wyne must be put in to new vessels, and so are they both preserued.

    39And there is no man that drynketh the olde, and wolde straight waye haue the new, for he sayeth: the olde is pleasaunter.

  • 22And no man putteh new wyne into olde vessels, els the new wyne breaketh the vessels, and the wyne is spylt, and ye vessels perishe: but new wyne must be put in to new vessels.

  • 24This is the cause, that I syghe before I eate, and my roaringes fall out like a water floude.

  • Ps 22:14-15
    2 verses
    70%

    14I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.

    15My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.

  • 17Nether do men put new wyne in to olde vessels, for then the vessels breake, and the wyne runneth out, & ye vessels peryshe, But they poure newe wyne in to newe vessels, and so are both saued together,

  • 3With this, the raynes of my backe were ful of payne: Panges came vpon me, as vpon a woman in hir trauayle. When I herde it, I was abasshed: and whe I loked vp, I was afrayde.

  • 7The swete wyne shal mourne, the grapes shalbe weake, and all yt haue bene mery in harte, shal sighe.

  • 13And these bottels fylled we new, and lo, they are rete. And these oure clothes and shues are waxed olde, by ye reason of the sore longe iourney.

  • 18He will not let my sprete be in rest, but fylleth me wt bytternesse.

  • 14I haue longe holden my peace (saieth the LORDE) shulde I therfore be still, and kepe sylence for euer? I will crie like a trauelinge woman, and once wil I destroye, and deuoure.

  • 27My bowels seeth wt in me & take no rest, for ye dayes of my trouble are come vpo me.

  • 10so shal thy barnes be fylled with plenteousnesse, and thy presses shal flowe ouer with swete wyne.

  • 10And the pitcher shalt thou breake in the sight of the me, yt shalbe wt the, and saye vnto the:

  • 34Is not this hid with me, and sealed vp in my treasures?

  • Ps 38:7-9
    3 verses
    68%

    7For my loynes are clene dried vp, and there is no whole parte in my body.

    8I am feble and sore smytte, I roare for the very disquietnes of my hert.

    9LORDE, thou knowest all my desyre, & my gronynge is not hyd from the.

  • 12Therfore laye this ryddle before them, and saye: Thus saieth the LORDE God of Israel: euery pot shal be fylled with wyne. And they shal saye: thinkest thou we knowe not, yt euery pot shalbe fylled with wyne?

  • 24euen when his bowels are at the fattest, and his bones full of mary.

  • 19Ah my bely, ah my bely, (shalt thou crie) how is my hert so sore? my hert paunteth within me, I can not be still, for I haue herde the crienge of the trompettes, and peales of warre.

  • Job 16:13-14
    2 verses
    67%

    13He hath compased me rounde aboute with his dartes, he hath wounded my loynes, & not spared. My bowels hath he poured vpon the grounde.

    14He hath geue me one wounde vpon another, and is falle vpon me like a giaunte.

  • 16Therfore is my mynde poured full of heuynesse, & ye dayes of trouble haue take holde vpon me.

  • 21Thus my hert was greued, & it wente euen thorow my reynes.

  • 9Thou hast not delyuered me ouer in to the hodes of the enemie, but hast set my fete in a large rowme.

  • 1My breth fayleth, my dayes are shortened, I am harde at deathes dore.

  • 18With all their power haue they chaunged my garmet, & gyrded me therwith, as it were wt a coate.

  • 13Beholde, I wil crasshe you in sonder, like as a wayne crassheth, yt is full of sheaues:

  • 11The poore are fayne to laboure in their oyle mylles, yee and to treade in their wyne presses, and yet to suffre thyrst.

  • 11Therfore I will not spare my mouth, but will speake in the trouble of my sprete, in ye bytternesse of my mynde will I talke.

  • 6Geue stronge drynke vnto soch as are condempned to death, & wyne vnto those yt mourne:

  • 2Thy nauell is like a rounde goblett, which is neuer without drynke: Thy wombe is like an heape of wheate, sett aboute with lilies:

  • 83For I am become like a botell in ye smoke, yet do not I forget thy statutes.

  • 15He hath fylled me with bytternesse, & geuen me wormwod to drynke.

  • 9Wherfore, I thought from hence forth, not to speake of him, ner to preach eny more in his name. But the worde off the LORDE was a very burnynge fyre in my hert and in my bones, which when I wolde haue stopped, I might not.

  • 20Considre (O LORDE) how I am troubled, my wombe is disquieted, my herte turneth aboute in me, and I am full of heuynes. The swearde hurteth me without, and within I am like vnto death.

  • 24I haue dygged and dronke vp the straunge waters, and with ye soles of my fete haue I dryed vp the See.

  • Job 20:14-15
    2 verses
    66%

    14The meate that he eateth, shalbe turned to the poyson of serpetes within his body.

    15The riches yt he deuoureth, shall he perbreake agayne, for God shal drawe them out of his bely.

  • 3For whyle I helde my tonge, my bones consumed awaye thorow my daylie complaynynges.

  • 10Hast thou not milked me, as it were mylck: and turned me to cruddes like chese?

  • 5Wake vp ye dronckardes, & wepe: mourne all ye wyne suppers, because of youre swete wyne, for it shal be taken awaye from youre mouth.

  • 17I am redy to suffre trouble, and my heuynesse is euer in my sight.

  • 4Therfore is my sprete vexed within me, and my herte within me is desolate.

  • 11And therfore I am so full of thy indignacion (o LORDE) that I maye suffre no longer. Shed out thy wrath vpon the children that are without, and vpon all yonge men. Yee the man must be taken presoner with the wife, and the aged with the crepel.