¹³ My son, eat thou honey, for it is good; And the droppings of the honeycomb, which are sweet to thy taste:

¹ I am come into my garden, my sister, `my' bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.

¹⁶ Hast thou found honey? eat so much as is sufficient for thee, Lest thou be filled therewith, and vomit it.

¹⁵ Butter and honey shall he eat, when he knoweth to refuse the evil, and choose the good.

¹⁰ More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold; Sweeter also than honey and the droppings of the honeycomb.

¹⁰³ How sweet are thy words unto my taste! `Yea, sweeter' than honey to my mouth!

²⁷ It is not good to eat much honey: So `for men' to search out their own glory is grievous.

¹¹ Thy lips, O `my' bride, drop `as' the honeycomb: Honey and milk are under thy tongue; And the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

⁴ Now John himself had his raiment of camel's hair, and a leathern girdle about his loins; and his food was locusts and wild honey.