Combs of honey are sayings of pleasantness, sweetness to the soul and healing to the bones.
How sweet are Your words to my palate! More than honey to my mouth!
They are more desirable than gold, even much fine gold, and sweeter than honey, even drops from the honeycomb.
There is a rash speaking like thrusts of a sword, but the tongue of the wise ones is healing.
Joy is to a man by the answer of his mouth, and how good is a word in its time.
The thoughts of the evil one are disgusting things to Jehovah, but the sayings of pleasantness are pure.
A joyful heart makes good healing, but a stricken spirit dries the bones.
And my reins shall exult when your lips speak right things.
Oil and perfume rejoice the heart, and one’s friend is sweet from the counsel of the soul.
Healing shall be to your navel and marrow to your bones.
for they are life to those who find them, and healing to all his flesh.
The Preacher sought to find out pleasing words, and words of truth written on uprightness.
Your lips, My spouse, drip like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue. And the scent of your garments is like the scent of Lebanon.
Your words were found and I ate them; and Your Word was to me the joy and gladness of my heart. For I am called by Your name, O Jehovah, God of Hosts.
My doctrine shall drop as the rain; my speech shall drop down as the dew, as the small rain on the tender plant, and as the showers on the grass;
And I took the little scroll out of the angel’s hand, and ate it up. And it was sweet like honey in my mouth; and when I ate it, my belly was made bitter.