Pleasant words are honeycomb— sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.
Reckless speech is like the thrusts of a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
For they are life to those who find them and health to their whole body.
It will be healing to your body and refreshment to your bones.
Yes, my inmost being will rejoice when your lips speak what is right.
As ointment and perfume gladden the heart, so the sweetness of one’s friend comes from his sincere counsel.
How sweet is Your word to my taste— yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
The fear of Adonai is clean, enduring forever. The judgments of Adonai are true and altogether righteous.
Your words were found, so I ate them. Your words were a delight to me and the joy of my heart. For I am called by Your Name, Adonai-Elohei-Tzva’ot.
Evil thoughts are an abomination to Adonai, but pleasant words are pure.
May my teaching trickle like rain, my speech distill like dew— like gentle rain on new grass, like showers on tender plants.
A person has joy in an appropriate answer— how good is a timely word.
Your lips, my bride, drip honey from the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The scent of your garments is like the aroma of Lebanon.
A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
Kohelet searched to find delightful words and truthful, accurate sayings.
So I took the little scroll from the angel’s hand and ate it. It was sweet as honey in my mouth; but when I had swallowed it, my stomach was made bitter.