Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies.

Both thy bondmen, and thy bondmaids, which thou shalt have, shall be of the heathen that are round about you; of them shall ye buy bondmen and bondmaids.

And with the blast of thy nostrils the waters were gathered together, the floods stood upright as an heap, and the depths were congealed in the heart of the sea.

And thou shalt set up the court round about, and hang up the hanging at the court gate.

What, my son? and what, the son of my womb? and what, the son of my vows? / Give not thy strength unto women, nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings.

Better belly burst than good liquor be lost