Instead of wheat, let there come forth bramble, and, instead of barley, a bad-smelling weed! Ended are the words of Job.

When it comes to his ears he says, Aha! He is smelling the fight from far off, and hearing the thunder of the captains, and the war-cries.

Dost thou bind sweet influences of Kimah? Or the attractions of Kesil dost thou open?

Though wickedness be sweet in his mouth, though he hide it under his tongue;

The clods of the valley shall be sweet unto him, and every man shall follow after him, as there are innumerable gone before him.

Maternal love shall forget him, the worm shall find him sweet, No more shall he be remembered, but perversity shall be shivered like a tree.

No, neither gold nor Crystal, neither sweet odours nor golden plate.

the smell of water makes it thrive
and produce twigs like a sapling.

My wife says my breath stinks; even my children say I smell bad!