God loves your bowels.

You will rip your bowels open crosswise, like this.

Until I'm satisfied you've fully torn open your bowels,

I was created in the bowels of the earth.

and you shall have great sickness by disease of your bowels, until your bowels fall out by reason of the sickness, day by day.'

And thou shalt have great sickness by disease of thy bowels, until thy bowels fall out by reason of the sickness day by day.

My bowels boiled, and rested not the days of affliction prevented me.

He made me relieve myself of all that was in my bowels

After all this Yahweh struck him in his bowels with an incurable disease.

Did you fight the Britons with a mass? We fought with our bowels.

yet his food in his bowels is turned. It is cobra venom within him.

Ye are not straitened in us, but ye are straitened in your own bowels.

Whom I have sent again thou therefore receive him, that is, mine own bowels

Move! Move! Move!

Move, move, move!

Move! Move! Please move!

And after all this the LORD smote him in his bowels with an incurable disease.

legs to walk, feathers to fly, fins to swim, genitalia to procreate, bowels to defecate,

Move, move! Come on! Move!

And that s how your body excretes waste, is through your breath, your bowels and your perspiration.

Yet his meat in his bowels is turned, it is the gall of asps within him.

And that's how your body excretes waste, is through your breath, your bowels and your perspiration.

Suddenly, my bowels rebelled and he ordered me to relieve myself... ...which I did without embarrassment

Move, move!

Move. Move.

Move. Move.

Move! Move!

Move, move.

Move. No. Move. No. Move. No.

Move it, move it, move it!

Move down, move down, move down!

Move down, move down, move down

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.

Move it along. Come on, move it, move it, move it.

Move. No. Move.

Wherefore my bowels shall sound like an harp for Moab, and mine inward parts for Kir haresh.

Yea, brother, let me have joy of thee in the Lord refresh my bowels in the Lord.

This will help... a vessel, handcrafted in the bowels of perdition by the iniquitous and the vile.

Now be a freeman, and with this good sword, that ran through Caesar's bowels, search this bosom.

Press, move down, move up, move down, release.

Move. Just move aside.

Six o'clock! Move, move!

Come on, move, move.

Move away. Move away.

Move along, move along.