Job 32:19

Young's Literal Translation (1862/1898)

Lo, my breast `is' as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.

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  • Matt 9:17 : 17 `Nor do they put new wine into old skins, and if not -- the skins burst, and the wine doth run out, and the skins are destroyed, but they put new wine into new skins, and both are preserved together.'

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  • 18For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,

  • 20I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.

  • Luke 5:37-39
    3 verses
    72%

    37`And no one doth put new wine into old skins, and if otherwise, the new wine will burst the skins, and itself will be poured out, and the skins will be destroyed;

    38but new wine into new skins is to be put, and both are preserved together;

    39and no one having drunk old `wine', doth immediately wish new, for he saith, The old is better.'

  • 22and no one doth put new wine into old skins, and if not -- the new wine doth burst the skins, and the wine is poured out, and the skins will be destroyed; but new wine into new skins is to be put.'

  • 24For before my food, my sighing cometh, And poured out as waters `are' my roarings.

  • Ps 22:14-15
    2 verses
    70%

    14As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

    15Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

  • 17`Nor do they put new wine into old skins, and if not -- the skins burst, and the wine doth run out, and the skins are destroyed, but they put new wine into new skins, and both are preserved together.'

  • 3Therefore filled have been my loins `with' great pain, Pangs have seized me as pangs of a travailing woman, I have been bent down by hearing, I have been troubled by seeing.

  • 7Mourned hath the new wine, languished the vine, Sighed have all the joyful of heart.

  • 13and these `are' the wine-bottles which we filled, new, and lo, they have rent; and these, our garments and our sandals, have become old, from the exceeding greatness of the way.'

  • 18He permitteth me not to refresh my spirit, But filleth me with bitter things.

  • 14I have kept silent from of old, I keep silent, I refrain myself, As a travailing woman I cry out, I desolate and swallow up together.

  • 27My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.

  • 10And filled are thy barns `with' plenty, And `with' new wine thy presses break forth.

  • 10`And thou hast broken the bottle before the eyes of the men who are going with thee,

  • 34Is it not laid up with Me? Sealed among My treasures?

  • Ps 38:7-9
    3 verses
    68%

    7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.

    8I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.

    9Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.

  • 12And thou hast said unto them this word, Thus said Jehovah, God of Israel, `Every bottle is full of wine,' And they have said unto thee: `Do we not certainly know that every bottle is full of wine?'

  • 24His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.

  • 19My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!

  • Job 16:13-14
    2 verses
    67%

    13Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.

    14He breaketh me -- breach upon breach, He runneth upon me as a mighty one.

  • 16And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.

  • 21For my heart doth show itself violent, And my reins prick themselves,

  • 9Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

  • 1My spirit hath been destroyed, My days extinguished -- graves `are' for me.

  • 18By the abundance of power, Is my clothing changed, As the mouth of my coat it doth gird me.

  • 13Lo, I am pressing you under, As the full cart doth press for itself a sheaf.

  • 11Between their walls they make oil, Wine-presses they have trodden, and thirst.

  • 11Also I -- I withhold not my mouth -- I speak in the distress of my spirit, I talk in the bitterness of my soul.

  • 6Give strong drink to the perishing, And wine to the bitter in soul,

  • 2Thy waist `is' a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

  • 83For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.

  • 15He hath filled me with bitter things, He hath filled me `with' wormwood.

  • 9And I said, `I do not mention Him, Nor do I speak any more in His name,' And it hath been in my heart As a burning fire shut up in my bones, And I have been weary of containing, And I am not able.

  • 20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.

  • 24I have digged, and drunk strange waters, And I dry up with the sole of my steps All floods of a bulwark.

  • Job 20:14-15
    2 verses
    66%

    14His food in his bowels is turned, The bitterness of asps `is' in his heart.

    15Wealth he hath swallowed, and doth vomit it. From his belly God driveth it out.

  • 3When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

  • 10Dost Thou not as milk pour me out? And as cheese curdle me?

  • 5Awake, ye drunkards, and weep, And howl all drinking wine, because of the juice, For it hath been cut off from your mouth.

  • 17For I am ready to halt, And my pain `is' before me continually.

  • 4And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.

  • 11And with the fury of Jehovah I have been filled, (I have been weary of containing,) To pour `it' on the suckling in the street, And on the assembly of youths together, For even husband with wife are captured, An elder with one full of days,