18 For I am full of words. The spirit within me constrains me.
19 Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; Like new wineskins it is ready to burst.
20 I will speak, that I may be refreshed. I will open my lips and answer.
21 Please don't let me respect any man's person, Neither will I give flattering titles to any man.
22 For I don't know how to give flattering titles; Or else my Maker would soon take me away.
Share this page