בֶּטֶן

They conceive mischief, and bring forth vanity, and their belly prepareth deceit.

My breath is strange to my wife, though I intreated for the children's sake of mine own body.

He hath swallowed down riches, and he shall vomit them up again: God shall cast them out of his belly.

Surely he shall not feel quietness in his belly, he shall not save of that which he desired.

When he is about to fill his belly, God shall cast the fury of his wrath upon him, and shall rain it upon him while he is eating.

Did not he that made me in the womb make him? and did not one fashion us in the womb?

(For from my youth he was brought up with me, as with a father, and I have guided her from my mother's womb;)

For I am full of matter, the spirit within me constraineth me.

Behold, my belly is as wine which hath no vent; it is ready to burst like new bottles.

Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it?

Lo now, his strength is in his loins, and his force is in the navel of his belly.

From men which are thy hand, O LORD, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.

But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.

I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

For our soul is bowed down to the dust: our belly cleaveth unto the earth.

The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.

By thee have I been holden up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bowels: my praise shall be continually of thee.

Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward.

The LORD hath sworn in truth unto David; he will not turn from it; Of the fruit of thy body will I set upon thy throne.

For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

The righteous eateth to the satisfying of his soul: but the belly of the wicked shall want.

The words of a talebearer are as wounds, and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly.

A man's belly shall be satisfied with the fruit of his mouth; and with the increase of his lips shall he be filled.