18 For I am full of matter to speak of, and the spirit of my bowels straiteneth me.
19 Behold, my belly is as new wine which wanteth vent, which bursteth the new vessels.
20 I will speak and take breath a little: I will open my lips, and will answer.
21 I will not accept the person of man, and I will not level God with man.
22 For I know not how long I shall continue, and whether after a while my Maker may take me away.