² Thy waist `is' a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies,

¹⁶ Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth.

⁸ Healing it is to thy navel, And moistening to thy bones.

¹⁴ His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires,

³ Hearken unto Me, O house of Jacob, And all the remnant of Israel, Who are borne from the belly, Who are carried from the womb,

⁵ `Before I form thee in the belly, I have known thee; and before thou comest forth from the womb I have separated thee, a prophet to nations I have made thee.'

⁴ So that, my brethren, ye also were made dead to the law through the body of the Christ, for your becoming another's, who out of the dead was raised up, that we might bear fruit to God;