I came to my garden, my sister, my bride; I gathered my myrrh with my spice. I ate my honeycomb with my honey, and I drank my wine with my milk. Eat, my friends! Drink, and be drunk, O lovers!
He scooped it out into his hands and ate it as he went along. He came to his father and mother and gave some to them, and they also ate. Yet he did not tell them he had scooped the honey out of a lion’s carcass.
But Jonathan had not heard when his father made the people swear. Therefore he put forward the end of the rod that was in his hand, and dipped it in the honeycomb. Then he put his hand to his mouth, and his eyes were brightened.