They more than gold, yea, much fine gold, to be desired are: Than honey, honey from the comb that droppeth, sweeter far.
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.
The word that cometh from thy mouth is better unto me Than many thousands and great sums of gold and silver be.
Therefore thy precepts more I love than gold, yea, gold most fine.
Ev'n as with marrow and with fat my soul shall filled be; Then shall my mouth with joyful lips sing praises unto thee: