Job 32:19
Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; like new wineskins it is ready to burst.

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Job 32:19
Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; like new wineskins it is ready to burst.

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Job 32:18
For I am full of words. The spirit within me constrains me.

Jeremiah 20:9
If I say that I will not make mention of him, or speak any more in his name, then there is in my heart as it were a burning fire shut up in my bones. I am weary with holding it in. I can’t.

Acts 4:20
for we can’t help telling the things which we saw and heard.”

Jeremiah 6:11
Therefore I am full of Yahweh’s wrath. I am weary with holding it in. “Pour it out on the children in the street, and on the assembly of young men together; for even the husband with the wife will be taken, the aged with him who is full of days.

Acts 18:5
When Silas and Timothy came down from Macedonia, Paul was compelled by the Spirit, testifying to the Jews that Jesus was the Christ.

John 7:38
He who believes in me, as the Scripture has said, from within him will flow rivers of living water.”

Acts 17:16
Now while Paul waited for them at Athens, his spirit was provoked within him as he saw the city full of idols.

Ezekiel 3:14
So the Spirit lifted me up, and took me away; and I went in bitterness, in the heat of my spirit; and Yahweh’s hand was strong on me.

Micah 3:8
But as for me, I am full of power by Yahweh’s Spirit, and of judgment, and of might, to declare to Jacob his disobedience, and to Israel his sin.

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Matthew 9:17
Neither do people put new wine into old wine skins, or else the skins would burst, and the wine be spilled, and the skins ruined. No, they put new wine into fresh wine skins, and both are preserved.”

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Psalms 39:3
My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned. I spoke with my tongue:

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Job 15:2
“Should a wise man answer with vain knowledge, and fill himself with the east wind?

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Psalms 39:2
I was mute with silence. I held my peace, even from good. My sorrow was stirred.

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Psalms 45:1
My heart overflows with a noble theme. I recite my verses for the king. My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.


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