18 For I am full of words, the spirit within me constrains me.
19 Behold, my belly is as wine which has no vent; it is ready to burst like new wineskins.
20 I will speak, that I may be refreshed: I will open my lips and answer.
21 Let me not, I pray you, accept any man's person, neither let me give flattery unto man.
22 For I know not how to give flattery; in so doing my maker would soon take me away.