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18 For I am full of words; the spirit within me constraineth me. 19 Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; like new bottles it is ready to burst. 20 I will speak, that I may be refreshed; I will open my lips and answer. 21 Let me not, I pray you, respect any man's person; neither will I give flattering titles unto any man. 22 For I know not to give flattering titles; else would my Maker soon take me away. Job 32:18-22, English Revised Version. Public domain.
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