Look! I will press you down, like a cart loaded down with grain presses down. ¹ 

They press out the olive oil between the rows of olive trees; ¹  they tread the winepresses while they are thirsty. ² 

with this goal in mind, ¹  I strive toward the prize of the upward call of God ²  in Christ Jesus.

Then ¹  Jesus asked, ²  “Who was it who touched me?” When they all denied it, Peter ³  said, “Master, the crowds are surrounding you and pressing ⁴  against you!”

For he had healed many, so that all who were afflicted with diseases pressed toward him in order to touch him.

Now ¹  Jesus was standing by the Lake of Gennesaret, ²  and the crowd was pressing around him ³  to hear the word of God.

They engaged in prostitution in Egypt; in their youth they engaged in prostitution. Their breasts were squeezed there; lovers ¹  fondled their virgin nipples there.

Jesus ¹  went with him, and a large crowd followed and pressed around him.

For as the churning ¹  of milk produces butter and as punching the nose produces blood, so stirring up anger ²  produces strife. ³ 

Give, and it will be given to you: A good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, ¹  will be poured ²  into your lap. For the measure you use will be the measure you receive.” ³ 

(40:25) ¹  “Can you pull in ²  Leviathan with a hook, and tie down ³  its tongue with a rope?

For your arrows pierce ¹  me, and your hand presses me down. ² 

The men of Israel realized they had a problem because their army was hard pressed. So the army hid in caves, thickets, cliffs, strongholds, ¹  and cisterns.

His disciples said to him, “You see the crowd pressing against you and you say, ‘Who touched me?’”

Not that I have already attained this – that is, I have not already been perfected – but I strive to lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus also laid hold of me. ¹ 

Joy and happiness disappear from the orchards, and in the vineyards no one rejoices or shouts; no one treads out juice in the wine vats ¹  – I have brought the joyful shouts to an end. ² 

Now Pharaoh’s cup was in my hand, so I took the grapes, squeezed them into his ¹  cup, and put the cup in Pharaoh’s hand.” ² 

And when the donkey saw the angel of the Lord, she pressed herself into the wall, and crushed Balaam’s foot against the wall. So he beat her again. ¹ 

She nagged him ¹  every day and pressured him until he was sick to death of it. ² 

But when Absalom pressed him, he sent Amnon and all the king’s sons along with him.