His breasts have been full of milk, And marrow his bones doth moisten.
For he hath covered his face with his fat, And maketh vigour over `his' confidence.
His bones have been full of his youth, And with him on the dust it lieth down.
And this `one' dieth with a bitter soul, And have not eaten with gladness.
Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:
Healing it is to thy navel, And moistening to thy bones.