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19 And my belly is as a skin of sweet wine, bound up and ready to burst; or as a brazier's labouring bellows. 20 I will speak, that I may open my lips and relieve myself. 21 For truly I will not be awed because of man, nor indeed will I be confounded before a mortal. 22 For I know not how to respect persons: and if otherwise, even the moths would eat me. Job 32:19-22, Brenton Septuagint Translation. Public domain.
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