My son, eat honey, for it is good, Yes, the honey from the comb is sweet to your taste;
"I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey; I have drunk my wine and my milk Eat, friends; Drink and imbibe deeply, O lovers."
Have you found honey? Eat only what you need, That you not have it in excess and vomit it.
"He will eat curds and honey at the time He knows enough to refuse evil and choose good.
They are more desirable than gold, yes, than much fine gold; Sweeter also than honey and the drippings of the honeycomb.
How sweet are Your words to my taste! Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
It is not good to eat much honey, Nor is it glory to search out one's own glory.
"Your lips, my bride, drip honey; Honey and milk are under your tongue, And the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.