How sweet to my tongue is your promise, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
From the commands of his lips I have not departed; the words of his mouth I have treasured in my heart.
The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever. The statutes of the Lord are true, all of them just;
More desirable than gold, than a hoard of purest gold, Sweeter also than honey or drippings from the comb.
I will bless you as long as I live; I will lift up my hands, calling on your name.
For wisdom will enter your heart, knowledge will be at home in your soul,
Her ways are pleasant ways, and all her paths are peace;
[For Wisdom is better than corals, and no treasures can compare with her.]
M I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I gather my myrrh with my spices, I eat my honeycomb with my honey, I drink my wine with my milk. D? Eat, friends; drink! Drink deeply, lovers!
Son of man, he said to me, feed your stomach and fill your belly with this scroll I am giving you. I ate it, and it was as sweet as honey in my mouth.
I took the small scroll from the angel’s hand and swallowed it. In my mouth it was like sweet honey, but when I had eaten it, my stomach turned sour.