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18 For I am full of words; the spirit in my belly presses me. 19 Behold, my belly is like wine not opened; like new wineskins, it is bursting open. 20 I will speak, and there is refreshment for me; I will open my lips and answer. 21 Do not, please, let me lift up the face of a man; and do not let me give a title to man. 22 For I do not know how to give a title; soon my Maker would take me away. Job 32:18-22, Berean Literal Bible. Public domain.
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