His sides are full of milk, his bones are wet with marrow.
because he has covered his face with fat; he has put fat on his loins.
His bones are full of his youthful vigor, but it lies down with him in the dust.
And another dies with bitter soul, and never eats with pleasure.
They are enclosed in their own fat; with their mouth they speak proudly,
Healing shall be to your navel and marrow to your bones.