<p class="bodytext">When the time came for Rebekah to give birth,<n id="1" /> there were<n id="2" /> twins in her womb.

<p class="bodytext">When it was time for her to give birth, there were twins in her womb.

<p class="poetry">My breath is repulsive<n id="1" /> to my wife;p> <p class="poetry">I am loathsome<n id="2" /> to my brothers.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">The wealth that he consumed<n id="1" /> he vomits up,p> <p class="poetry">God will make him throw it out<n id="2" /> of his stomach.p>

<p class="poetry">For I am full of words,p> <p class="poetry">and the spirit within me<n id="1" /> constrains me.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">because it<n id="1" /> did not shut the doors<n id="2" /> of my mother&#8217;s womb on me,<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">nor did it hide trouble<n id="4" /> from my eyes!p>

<t /><p class="poetry">&#8220;Why did I not<n id="2" /> die<n id="3" /> at birth,<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">and why did I not expirep> <p class="poetry">as<n id="5" /> I came out of the womb?p>

<p class="poetry">I should have been as though I had never existed;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">I should have been carriedp> <p class="poetry">right from the womb to the grave!p>

<p class="poetry">&#8220;Does a wise man answer with blustery knowledge,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">or fill his belly<n id="2" /> with the east wind?<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">They conceive<n id="1" /> trouble and bring forth evil;p> <p class="poetry">their belly<n id="2" /> prepares deception.&#8221;p>

<p class="poetry">For he knows no satisfaction in his appetite;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">he does not let anything he desires<n id="2" /> escape.<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Did not the one who made me in the womb make them?<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">Did not the same one form us in the womb?p>

<p class="poetry">but from my youth I raised the orphan<n id="1" /> like a father,p> <p class="poetry">and from my mother&#8217;s womb<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">I guided the widow!<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">Inside I am like wine which has no outlet,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">like new wineskins<n id="2" /> ready to burst!p>

<p class="poetry">From whose womb does the ice emerge,p> <p class="poetry">and the frost from the sky,<n id="1" /> who gives birth to it,p>

<p class="poetry">Look<n id="1" /> at its strength in its loins,p> <p class="poetry">and its power in the muscles of its belly.p>

<p class="poetry">I have been dependent on you since birth;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">from the time I came out of my mother&#8217;s womb you have been my God.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">For we lie in the dirt,p> <p class="poetry">with our bellies pressed to the ground.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">The wicked turn aside from birth;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">liars go astray as soon as they are born.<n id="2" />p>

<p class="poetry">Yes,<n id="1" /> sons<n id="2" /> are a gift from the <sc>Lordsc>,p> <p class="poetry">the fruit of the womb is a reward.p>