Job 32:19
Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; like new wineskins it is ready to burst.
Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; like new wineskins it is ready to burst.
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18For I am full of words. The spirit within me constrains me.
20I will speak, that I may be refreshed. I will open my lips and answer.
37No one puts new wine into old wineskins, or else the new wine will burst the skins, and it will be spilled, and the skins will be destroyed.
38But new wine must be put into fresh wineskins, and both are preserved.
39No man having drunk old wine immediately desires new, for he says, 'The old is better.'"
22No one puts new wine into old wineskins, or else the new wine will burst the skins, and the wine pours out, and the skins will be destroyed; but they put new wine into fresh wineskins."
24For my sighing comes before I eat. My groanings are poured out like water.
14I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
17Neither do people put new wine into old wineskins, or else the skins would burst, and the wine be spilled, and the skins ruined. No, they put new wine into fresh wineskins, and both are preserved."
3Therefore my thighs are filled with anguish. Pains have taken hold on me, like the pains of a woman in labor. I am in so much pain that I can't hear. I so am dismayed that I can't see.
7The new wine mourns. The vine languishes. All the merry-hearted sigh.
13These wineskins, which we filled, were new; and behold, they are torn. These our garments and our shoes have become old because of the very long journey."
18He will not allow me to catch my breath, but fills me with bitterness.
14"I have been silent a long time. I have been quiet and restrained myself. Now I will cry out like a travailing woman. I will both gasp and pant.
27My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.
10so your barns will be filled with plenty, and your vats will overflow with new wine.
10Then you shall break the bottle in the sight of the men who go with you,
34"Isn't this laid up in store with me, sealed up among my treasures?
7For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.
8I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
9Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.
12Therefore you shall speak to them this word: Thus says Yahweh, the God of Israel, Every bottle shall be filled with wine: and they shall tell you, Do we not certainly know that every bottle shall be filled with wine?
24His pails are full of milk. The marrow of his bones is moistened.
19My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart; my heart is disquieted in me; I can't hold my peace; because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
13His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.
14He breaks me with breach on breach. He runs on me like a giant.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
21For my soul was grieved. I was embittered in my heart.
9Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
18By great force is my garment disfigured. It binds me about as the collar of my coat.
13Behold, I will crush you in your place, as a cart crushes that is full of grain.
11They make oil within the walls of these men. They tread wine presses, and suffer thirst.
11"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
6Give strong drink to him who is ready to perish; and wine to the bitter in soul:
2Your body is like a round goblet, no mixed wine is wanting. Your waist is like a heap of wheat, set about with lilies.
83For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don't forget your statutes.
15He has filled me with bitterness, he has sated me with wormwood.
9If 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 can't [contain].
20See, Yahweh; for I am in distress; my heart is troubled; My heart is turned within me; for I have grievously rebelled: Abroad the sword bereaves, at home there is as death.
24I have dug and drunk strange waters, and with the sole of my feet will I dry up all the rivers of Egypt.'
14yet his food in his bowels is turned. It is cobra venom within him.
15He has swallowed down riches, and he shall vomit them up again. God will cast them out of his belly.
3When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
10Haven't you poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?
5Wake up, you drunkards, and weep! Wail, all you drinkers of wine, because of the sweet wine; for it is cut off from your mouth.
17For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
11Therefore I am full of the wrath of Yahweh. I am weary with holding in. "Pour it out on the children in the street, and on the assembly of young men together; for even the husband with the wife shall be taken, the aged with him who is full of days.