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

¹¹ For wisdom is better than rubies; And all the things that may be desired are not to be compared unto it.

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

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

¹⁴ So shalt thou know wisdom to be unto thy soul; If thou hast found it, then shall there be a reward, And thy hope shall not be cut off.

⁵ My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; And my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips;

¹² I have not gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have treasured up the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.

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.

¹⁷ Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.

² Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.

³ Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is `as' oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.

⁴ Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.