Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy words were unto me a joy and the rejoicing of my heart: for I am called by thy name, O Jehovah, God of hosts.
Thy lips, O {\i my} bride, drop {\i as} the honeycomb:\par\tab Honey and milk are under thy tongue;\par\tab And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
And I took the little book out of the angel's hand, and ate it up; and it was in my mouth sweet as honey: and when I had eaten it, my belly was made bitter.