¹⁹     My insides are like fresh wine sealed up and needing to breathe.
        Like a new wineskin, I am on the brink of bursting from the pressure.
²⁰     Let me speak. Then I will find relief.
        Yes, I will open my mouth and answer.
²¹     You will have to pardon me
        if I do not impede my words with deference to any of you
        or flatter you with honorable titles.