His pails are filled with milk, and his bones are juicy with marrow.
For he has covered his face with his fatness, and he has put layers of fat on his loins.
His bones shall be filled with his youth, but it lies down with him in the dust.
Another one dies in the bitterness of his being, and never eats with pleasure.
They are enclosed in their own fat, They speak proudly with their mouths,
It is healing to your navel, And moistening to your bones.