Lexicon :: Strong's H990 - beṭen

For it is pleasing if you keep them within you

and if they are[fn] constantly on your lips.

A gossip’s words are like choice food

that goes down to one’s innermost being.[fn]

What should I say, my son?

What, son of my womb?

What, son of my vows?

As he came from his mother’s womb, so he will go again, naked as he came; he will take nothing for his efforts that he can carry in his hands.

Just as you don’t know the path of the wind,

or how bones develop in[fn] the womb of a pregnant woman,

so also you don’t know the work of God who makes everything.

Your navel is a rounded bowl;

it never lacks mixed wine.

Your belly is a mound of wheat

surrounded by lilies.

Their bows will cut young men to pieces.

They will have no compassion on offspring;

they will not look with pity on children.

“This is the word of the LORD

your Maker, the one who formed you from the womb:

He will help you.

Do not fear, Jacob my servant,

Jeshurun[fn] whom I have chosen.

“Listen to me, house of Jacob,

all the remnant of the house of Israel,

who have been sustained from the womb,

carried along since birth.

“You have never heard; you have never known;

for a long time your ears have not been open.

For I knew that you were very treacherous,

and were known as a rebel from birth.

Coasts and islands,[fn] listen to me;

distant peoples, pay attention.

The LORD called me before I was born.

He named me while I was in my mother’s womb.

I chose you before I formed you in the womb;

I set you apart before you were born.

I appointed you a prophet to the nations.

“Son of man,” he said to me, “feed your stomach and fill your belly with this scroll I am giving you.” So I ate it, and it was as sweet as honey in my mouth.

Ephraim’s glory will fly away like a bird:

no birth, no pregnancy, no conception.

In the womb he grasped his brother’s heel,

and as an adult he wrestled with God.

I called to the LORD in my distress,

and he answered me.

I cried out for help from deep inside[fn] Sheol;

you heard my voice.

Would the LORD be pleased with thousands of rams

or with ten thousand streams of oil?

Should I give my firstborn for my transgression,

the offspring of my body for my own sin?

I heard, and I trembled within;

my lips quivered at the sound.

Rottenness entered my bones;

I trembled where I stood.

Now I must quietly wait for the day of distress

to come against the people invading us.