Your lips, my bride, drip sweetness like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue, and the fragrance of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
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
and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.
So he came near and kissed him. When Isaac smelled his clothing, he blessed him and said: “Ah, the smell of my son is li
His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.
His shoots will sprout, and his splendor will be like the olive tree, his fragrance like the cedars of Lebanon.
Eat honey, my son, for it is good, and the honeycomb is sweet to your taste.
Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise, the fruit of lips that confess His name
Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
Though the lips of the forbidden woman drip honey and her speech is smoother than oil,
Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate
When I sing praise to You my lips will shout for joy, along with my soul, which You have redeemed.
But I will always hope and will praise You more and more.
All your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia; from palaces of ivory the harps make you glad.
By the time He knows enough to reject evil and choose good, He will be eating curds and honey.
They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.
Bring your confessions and return to the LORD. Say to Him: “Take away all our iniquity and receive us graciously, that w
How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! Your love is much better than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume