Strong's 4578 Occurrences

KJV: Yet his meat in his bowels is turned, it is the gall of asps within him.
NASB: Yet his food in his stomach is changed To the venom of cobras within him.
KJV: My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
NASB: "I am seething within and cannot relax; Days of affliction confront me.
KJV: I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within my heart.
NASB: I delight to do Your will, O my God; Your Law is within my heart."
KJV: My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him.
NASB: "My beloved extended his hand through the opening, And my feelings were aroused for him.
KJV: His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires.
NASB: "His hands are rods of gold Set with beryl; His abdomen is carved ivory Inlaid with sapphires.
KJV: Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kirharesh.
NASB: Therefore my heart intones like a harp for Moab And my inward feelings for Kir-hareseth.
KJV: Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name.
NASB: Listen to Me, O islands, And pay attention, you peoples from afar. The LORD called Me from the womb; From the body of My mother He named Me.
KJV: Look down from heaven, and behold from the habitation of thy holiness and of thy glory: where is thy zeal and thy strength, the sounding of thy bowels and of thy mercies toward me? are they restrained?
NASB: Look down from heaven and see from Your holy and glorious habitation; Where are Your zeal and Your mighty deeds? The stirrings of Your heart and Your compassion are restrained toward me.
KJV: My bowels, my bowels! I am pained at my very heart; my heart maketh a noise in me; I cannot hold my peace, because thou hast heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.
NASB: My soul, my soul! I am in anguish! Oh, my heart! My heart is pounding in me; I cannot be silent, Because you have heard, O my soul, The sound of the trumpet, The alarm of war.