Your navel is a rounded bowl; may it never lack mixed wine. Your belly is a heap of wheat, encircled with lilies.
In the place of ancestors you, O king, shall have sons; you will make them princes in all the earth.
It will be a healing for your flesh and a refreshment for your body.
His arms are rounded gold, set with jewels. His body is an ivory panel, decorated with sapphires.
How graceful are your feet in sandals, O queenly maiden! Your rounded thighs are like jewels, the work of a master hand.
Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
Listen to me, O house of Jacob, all the remnant of the house of Israel, who have been borne by me from your birth, carried from the womb;
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you; I appointed you a prophet to the nations.”
In the same way, my brothers and sisters, you have died to the law through the body of Christ, so that you may belong to another, to him who was raised from the dead in order that we may bear fruit for God.