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

We took sweet counsel together; We walked in the house of God with the throng.

Let thy meditation be sweet unto him: I will rejoice in Jehovah.

Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock; And they shall hear my words; for they are sweet.

All thy garments'smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia; Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made thee glad.

They have ears, but they hear not; Noses have they, but they smell not;

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