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

¹ I have 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. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

¹⁶ Have you found honey? Eat as much as is sufficient for you, Lest you eat too much, and vomit it.

¹⁵ He shall eat butter and honey when he knows to refuse the evil, and choose the good.

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

¹⁰³ How sweet are your promises to my taste, More than honey to my mouth!

²⁷ It is not good to eat much honey; Nor is it honorable to seek one's own honor.

¹¹ Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

⁴ Now John himself wore clothing made of camel's hair, with a leather belt around his waist. His food was locusts and wild honey.