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.
May my meditation be pleasing to him; I will rejoice in the Lord.
How sweet to my tongue is your promise, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever. The statutes of the Lord are true, all of them just;
Pleasing words are a honeycomb, sweet to the taste and invigorating to the bones.
He unrolled it before me; it was covered with writing front and back. Written on it was: Lamentation, wailing, woe!
And the spirit lifted me up and took me away, and I went off, my spirit angry and bitter, for the hand of the Lord pressed hard on me.
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.
Then someone said to me, “You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, tongues, and kings.”
So I went up to the angel and told him to give me the small scroll. He said to me, “Take and swallow it. It will turn your stomach sour, but in your mouth it will taste as sweet as honey.”