¹⁰³ How sweet to my palate hath been Thy saying, Above honey to my mouth.

¹¹ For better `is' wisdom than rubies, Yea, all delights are not comparable with it.

¹⁰ They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.

¹³ Eat my son, honey that `is' good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.

¹⁴ So `is' the knowledge of wisdom to thy soul, If thou hast found that there is a posterity And thy hope is not cut off.

⁵ As `with' milk and fatness is my soul satisfied, And `with' singing lips doth my mouth praise.

¹² The command of His lips, and I depart not. Above my allotted portion I have laid up The sayings of His mouth.

¹ I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

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

² Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, For better `are' thy loves than wine.

³ For fragrance `are' thy perfumes good. Perfume emptied out -- thy name, Therefore have virgins loved thee!

⁴ Draw me: after thee we run, The king hath brought me into his inner chambers, We do joy and rejoice in thee, We mention thy loves more than wine, Uprightly they have loved thee!