¹⁸ For I am full of words;
    the spirit within me constrains me.^(A)

¹⁹ My belly is indeed like wine that has no vent;
    like new wineskins, it is ready to burst.^(A)

²¹ “Death has come up into our windows;
    it has entered our palaces
to cut off the children from the streets
    and the young men from the squares.”^(A)

⁹ If I say, “I will not mention him
    or speak any more in his name,”
then within me there is something like a burning fire
    shut up in my bones;
I am weary with holding it in,
    and I cannot.^(A)