Eat honey, my son, for it is good, and the honeycomb is sweet to your taste.
By the time He knows enough to reject evil and choose good, He will be eating curds and honey.
I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my
If you find honey, eat just what you need, lest you have too much and vomit it up.
How sweet are Your words to my taste—sweeter than honey in my mouth!
Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your
John wore a garment of camel’s hair, with a leather belt around his waist. His food was locusts and wild honey.
It is not good to eat too much honey or to search out one’s own glory.
They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.