Lo! my bosom, is like wine not opened, Like new wine-skins, it will burst.

And, no one, poureth new wine into fold skins, - otherwise, at least, the wine will burst the skins, and the wine is lost, and, the skins. But new wine is for unused skins.

Neither pour they new wine into old skins: otherwise at least, the skins are burst, and, the wine, runneth out, and, the skins, are spoiled, - but they pour new wine into unused skins, and, both, are together preserved.

And, no one, poureth new wine into old skins; otherwise, at least, the new wine, will burst the skins, and will, itself, be poured out, and the skins be destroyed.

Then Abigail hastened - and took two hundred loaves, and two skins of wine, and five sheep made ready, and five measures of parched corn, and a hundred cakes of raisins, and two hundred cakes of figs, - and put them on the asses.

But, new wine, into unused skins, must be poured.