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.