For
I am full of words,
and
the spirit within me compels me;
inside
I am like bottled-up wine,
like
new wineskins ready to burst.
I
must speak and find relief;
I
must open my lips and reply.
I
will show no partiality,
nor
will I flatter anyone;
for
if I were skilled in flattery,
my
Maker would soon take me away.
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