His breasts are full of milk, And the marrow of his bones is moistened.
Because he hath covered his face with his fatness, And made collops of fat on his flanks;
His bones are full of his youth, But it shall lie down with him in the dust.
And another dieth in bitterness of soul, And never tasteth of good.
They are enclosed in their own fat: With their mouth they speak proudly.
It shall be health to thy navel, And marrow to thy bones.