^{17 Ref} I answer, even I -- my share, I shew my opinion -- even I.

^{18 Ref} For I have been full of words, Distressed me hath the spirit of my breast,

^{19 Ref} Lo, my breast `is' as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.

^{20 Ref} I speak, and there is refreshment to me, I open my lips and answer.

^{21 Ref} Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles,

^{22 Ref} For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away.