How sweet are Your words to my taste—sweeter than honey in my mouth!
They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.
For wisdom is more precious than rubies, and nothing you desire compares with her.
Eat honey, my son, for it is good, and the honeycomb is sweet to your taste.
My soul is satisfied as with the richest of foods; with joyful lips my mouth will praise You.
I have not departed from the command of His lips; I have treasured the words of His mouth more than my daily bread.
All her ways are pleasant, and all her paths are peaceful.
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
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.