Luke 5:37

they also resorted to a ruse, and went and made as if they had been ambassadors, and took old sacks on their donkeys, and old, torn-up and bound up wine skins,

My skin grows black and peels from me. My bones are burned with heat.

These wine skins, which we filled, were new; and behold, they are torn. These our garments and our sandals have become old because of the very long journey.”

The ropes of the wicked bind me, but I won’t forget your law.

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I don’t forget your statutes.

Their appearance is blacker than a coal. They are not known in the streets. Their skin clings to their bones. It is withered. It has become like a stick.

No one puts new wine into old wineskins, or else the new wine will burst the skins, and the wine pours out, and the skins will be destroyed; but they put new wine into fresh wineskins.”

“His lord commended the dishonest manager because he had done wisely, for the children of this world are, in their own generation, wiser than the children of the light.

You have forgotten the exhortation which reasons with you as with children, “My son, don’t take lightly the chastening of the Lord, nor faint when you are reproved by him;

The sons of Jacob answered Shechem and Hamor his father with deceit when they spoke, because he had defiled Dinah their sister,

and old and patched sandals on their feet, and wore old garments. All the bread of their food supply was dry and moldy.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

I will delight myself in your statutes. I will not forget your word.

My soul is continually in my hand, yet I won’t forget your law.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I don’t forget your commandments.

Our skin is black like an oven, because of the burning heat of famine.

At their presence the peoples are in anguish. All faces have grown pale.

Neither do people put new wine into old wine skins, or else the skins would burst, and the wine be spilled, and the skins ruined. No, they put new wine into fresh wine skins, and both are preserved.”

“Behold, I send you out as sheep among wolves. Therefore be wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.

I have led you forty years in the wilderness. Your clothes have not grown old on you, and your sandals have not grown old on your feet.