Psalm 119:103

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

How sweet unto my taste, O Lord, are all thy words of truth! Yea, I do find them sweeter far than honey to my mouth.

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They more than gold, yea, much fine gold, to be desired are: Than honey, honey from the comb that droppeth, sweeter far.

Ev'n as with marrow and with fat my soul shall filled be; Then shall my mouth with joyful lips sing praises unto thee:

Moreover, they thy servant warn how he his life should frame: A great reward provided is for them that keep the same.