The wombs of mothers shall be ripped up, and infants be abortive.
Blessed are the wombs which bare them, and the breasts that such have sucked.
The other three wombs are down below inside, one beneath the other.
It must have been a Great Fire indeed if ashes from it are still falling from the wombs of healthy women.
Seeing later on that they were pregnant, Parvati uttered a curse that they should not bring forth children formed in their wombs.
Nay, such was the ferocity of the slave-drivers, that unborn infants were ripped from their mothers' wombs.
Now, that it is impossible for those who have once been born to re-enter the wombs of those that bear them, is evident to all.
Thence a trailing whirlwind, the flower of shadowy Fire, leaping into the wombs (or hollows) of worlds.
These wombs are transverse, odoriferous and transparent, ever open for love and more tempting than all the flesh of women.
The original stain shall mark your children even in their mothers' wombs'!