Then in place of grain let thorns come up, and in place of barley evil-smelling plants.

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.

Though evil-doing is sweet in his mouth, and he keeps it secretly under his tongue;

The earth of the valley covering his bones is sweet to him, and all men come after him, as there were unnumbered before him.

Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant.