Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.
How sweet are Your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
More to be desired are they than gold, yes, than much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
The words of the rash are like the piercings of a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
A man has joy in the apt reply of his mouth, and a timely word spoken, how good it is!
The thoughts of the wicked are an abomination to the Lord, but the words of the pure are pleasant.
A heart of cheer does good like a medicine, but a wounded spirit dries up the bones.
My soul will exult when your lips speak what is right.
Ointment and perfume make the heart glad; so the sweetness of a man’s friend brings joy by hearty counsel.
It will be healing to your flesh, and strength to your bones.
For they are life to those who find them, and healing to all their flesh.
Qoheleth sought to find pleasing words, and to write words of truth plainly.
Your lips drip sweet honey, my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your clothing is like the fragrance of Lebanon.
Your words were found and I ate them. And Your word became to me the joy and rejoicing of my heart, for I am called by Your name, O Lord God of Hosts.
My teaching will drop like the rain, my sayings will distill as the dew, as the droplets on the grass, and as the showers on the herb.
I took the little scroll from the angel’s hand and ate it. It was as sweet as honey in my mouth, but when I had eaten it, my stomach turned sour.