Job 32:19
Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; it is ready to burst like new bottles.
Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; it is ready to burst like new bottles.
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18 For I am full of matter, 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 bottles; else the new wine will burst the bottles, and be spilled, and the bottles shall perish.
38 But new wine must be put into new bottles; and both are preserved.
39 No man also having drunk old wine straightway desireth new: for he saith, The old is better.
22 And no man putteth new wine into old bottles: else the new wine doth burst the bottles, and the wine is spilled, and the bottles will be marred: but new wine must be put into new bottles.
24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
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 bottles: else the bottles break, and the wine runneth out, and the bottles perish: but they put new wine into new bottles, and both are preserved.
3 Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travaileth: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
7 The new wine mourneth, the vine languisheth, all the merryhearted do sigh.
13 And these bottles of wine, which we filled, were new; and, behold, they be 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 like a travailing woman; I will destroy and devour at once.
27 My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
10 So shall thy barns be filled with plenty, and thy presses shall burst out 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, and sealed up among my treasures?
7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared 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 the LORD 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 breasts are full of milk, and his bones are moistened with marrow.
19 My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise 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 upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
21 Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
18 By the great force of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat.
13 Behold, I am pressed under you, as a cart is pressed that is full of sheaves.
11 Which make oil within their walls, and 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 those that be of heavy hearts.
2 Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.
83 For I am become like a bottle in the smoke; yet do I not forget thy statutes.
15 He hath filled me with bitterness, he hath made me drunken with wormwood.
9 Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name. But his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay.
20 Behold, O LORD; for I am in distress: my bowels are troubled; mine 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 have I dried up all the rivers of besieged places.
14 Yet his meat 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 shall cast them out of his belly.
3 When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring 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 howl, all ye drinkers of wine, because of the new wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
17 For I am ready to halt, 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 fury of the LORD; I am weary with holding in: I will pour it out upon the children abroad, 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.