18. For I am full of words; The spirit within me constraineth me.
19. Behold, my breast is as wine which hath no vent; Like new wine-skins 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.