Job 32:19
Inside I am like wine which has no outlet, like new wineskins ready to burst!
Inside I am like wine which has no outlet, like new wineskins ready to burst!
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18For I am full of words, and the spirit within me constrains me.
20I will speak, so that I may find relief; I will open my lips, so that I may answer.
37And no one pours new wine into old wineskins. If he does, the new wine will burst the skins and will be spilled, and the skins will be destroyed.
38Instead new wine must be poured into new wineskins.
39No one after drinking old wine wants the new, for he says,‘The old is good enough.’”
22And no one pours new wine into old wineskins; otherwise, the wine will burst the skins, and both the wine and the skins will be destroyed. Instead new wine is poured into new wineskins.”
24For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.
14My strength drains away like water; all my bones are dislocated; my heart is like wax; it melts away inside me.
15The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery; my tongue sticks to my gums. You set me in the dust of death.
17And no one pours new wine into old wineskins; otherwise the skins burst and the wine is spilled out and the skins are destroyed. Instead they put new wine into new wineskins and both are preserved.”
3For this reason my stomach churns; cramps overwhelm me like the contractions of a woman in labor. I am disturbed by what I hear, horrified by what I see.
7The new wine dries up, the vines shrivel up, all those who like to celebrate groan.
13These wineskins we filled were brand new, but look how they have ripped. Our clothes and sandals have worn out because it has been a very long journey.”
18He does not allow me to recover my breath, for he fills me with bitterness.
14“I have been inactive for a long time; I kept quiet and held back. Like a woman in labor I groan; I pant and gasp.
27My heart is in turmoil unceasingly; the days of my affliction confront me.
10then your barns will be filled completely, and your vats will overflow with new wine.
10The LORD continued,“Now break the jar in front of those who have come here with you.
34“Is this not stored up with me?” says the LORD,“Is it not sealed up in my storehouses?
7For I am overcome with shame and my whole body is sick.
8I am numb with pain and severely battered; I groan loudly because of the anxiety I feel.
9O Lord, you understand my heart’s desire; my groaning is not hidden from you.
12“So tell them,‘The LORD, the God of Israel, says,“Every wine jar is made to be filled with wine.”’ And they will probably say to you,‘Do you not think we know that every wine jar is supposed to be filled with wine?’
24his body well nourished, and the marrow of his bones moist.
19I said,“Oh, the feeling in the pit of my stomach! I writhe in anguish. Oh, the pain in my heart! My heart pounds within me. I cannot keep silent. For I hear the sound of the trumpet; the sound of the battle cry pierces my soul!
13his archers surround me. Without pity he pierces my kidneys and pours out my gall on the ground.
14He breaks through against me, time and time again; he rushes against me like a warrior.
16Job’s Despondency“And now my soul pours itself out within me; days of suffering take hold of me.
21Yes, my spirit was bitter, and my insides felt sharp pain.
9Have mercy on me, LORD, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.
1My spirit is broken, my days have faded out, the grave awaits me.
18With great power God grasps my clothing; he binds me like the collar of my tunic.
13Look! I will press you down, like a cart loaded down with grain presses down.
11They press out the olive oil between the rows of olive trees; they tread the winepresses while they are thirsty.
11Job Remonstrates with God“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.
6Give strong drink to the one who is perishing, and wine to those who are bitterly distressed;
2Your navel is a round mixing bowl– may it never lack mixed wine! Your belly is a mound of wheat, encircled by lilies.
83For I am like a wineskin dried up in smoke. I do not forget your statutes.
15He has given me my fill of bitter herbs and made me drunk with bitterness.
9Sometimes I think,“I will make no mention of his message. I will not speak as his messenger any more.” But then his message becomes like a fire locked up inside of me, burning in my heart and soul. I grow weary of trying to hold it in; I cannot contain it.
20ר(Resh) Look, O LORD! I am distressed; my stomach is in knots! My heart is pounding inside me. Yes, I was terribly rebellious! Out in the street the sword bereaves a mother of her children; Inside the house death is present.
24I dug wells and drank water in foreign lands. With the soles of my feet I dried up all the rivers of Egypt.’
14his food is turned sour in his stomach; it becomes the venom of serpents within him.
15The wealth that he consumed he vomits up, God will make him throw it out of his stomach.
3When I refused to confess my sin, my whole body wasted away, while I groaned in pain all day long.
10Did you not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?
5Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you wine drinkers, because the sweet wine has been taken away from you.
17For I am about to stumble, and I am in constant pain.
4My strength leaves me; I am absolutely shocked.
11I am as full of anger as you are, LORD, I am tired of trying to hold it in.”The LORD answered,“Vent it, then, on the children who play in the street and on the young men who are gathered together. Husbands and wives are to be included, as well as the old and those who are advanced in years.