Well ordered words are as a honeycomb: sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
There is that promiseth, and is pricked as it were with a sword of conscience: but the tongue of the wise is health.
For they are life to those that find them, and health to all flesh.
For it shall be health to thy navel, and moistening to thy bones.
And my reins shall rejoice, when thy lips shall speak what is right.
Ointment and perfumes rejoice the heart: and the good counsels of a friend are sweet to the soul.
Thy words were found, and I did eat them: and thy word was to me a joy and gladness of my heart, for thy name is called upon me, O Lord God of hosts.
Evil thoughts are an abomination to the Lord: and pure words most beautiful shall be confirmed by him.
Let my doctrine gather as the rain, let my speech distil as the dew: as a shower upon the herb, and as drops upon the grass.
A man rejoiceth in the sentence of his mouth: and a word in due time is best.
Thy lips, my spouse, are as a dropping honeycomb, honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments, as the smell of frankincense.
A joyful mind maketh age flourishing: a sorrowful spirit drieth up the bones.
He sought profitable words, and wrote words most right, and full of truth.
And I took the book from the hand of the angel, and ate it up: and it was in my mouth, sweet as honey: and when I had eaten it, my belly was bitter.