Song 7:2 "Your navel8270 is like a round5469 goblet101 Which never408 lacks2637 mixed4197 wine4197; Your belly990 is like a heap6194 of wheat2406 Fenced5473 about5473 with lilies7799.
Is 17:11 In the day3117 that you plant5194it you carefully5473 fence5473it in, And in the morning1242 you bring6524a your seed2233 to blossom6524a; But the harvest7105a will be a heap5067a In a day3117 of sickliness2470a and incurable605 pain3511.