How sweet are Your words to my taste!
Yes, sweeter than honey to my mouth!

We who had sweet fellowship together
Walked in the house of God in the throng.

Raise a song, strike the timbrel,
The sweet sounding lyre with the harp.

They have ears, but they cannot hear;
They have noses, but they cannot smell;

They are more desirable than gold, yes, than much fine gold;
Sweeter also than honey and the drippings of the honeycomb.