Pleasantwordsare a honeycomb,Sweetto the souland healingto the bones.
Howsweetare Your wordsto my taste![Yes, sweeter] thanhoneyto my mouth!
They are moredesirablethangold,yes, thanmuchfinegold;Sweeteralso thanhoneyand the drippingsof the honeycomb.
Thereis one who speaksrashlylike the thrustsof a sword,But the tongueof the wisebringshealing.
A manhas joyin an aptanswer,And howdelightfulis a timelyword!
Evilplansare an abominationto the LORD,But pleasantwordsare pure.
A joyfulheartis goodmedicine,But a brokenspiritdriesup the bones.
And my inmostbeingwill rejoiceWhen your lipsspeakwhatis right.
Oiland perfumemakethe heartglad,So a man'scounselis sweetto his friend.
It will be healingto your bodyAnd refreshmentto your bones.
For they are lifeto those who findthem And healthto alltheir body.
The Preachersoughtto finddelightfulwordsand to writewordsof truthcorrectly.
"Your lips,[my] bride,driphoney;Honeyand milkare underyour tongue,And the fragranceof your garmentsis like the fragranceof Lebanon.
Your wordswere foundand I atethem, And Your wordsbecamefor me a joyand the delightof my heart;For I have been calledby Your name,O LORDGodof hosts.
"Let my teachingdropas the rain,My speechdistillas the dew,As the dropletson the freshgrassAnd as the showerson the herb.
I tookthe little bookout of the angel'shandand ateit, and in my mouthit was sweetas honey;and whenI had eatenit, my stomachwas made bitter.
