The seven good cows, they are seven years, and the seven good ears of grain, they [are] seven years. The dreams [are] one.

And the seven thin and ugly cows coming up after them, they [are] seven years, and the seven empty ears of grain, scorched by the east wind, they are [also] seven years of famine.

All the days of Lamech were seven hundred and seventy-seven years, and he died.