Sweet is my meditation on Him, I -- I do rejoice in Jehovah.

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

Ears they have, and they hear not, A nose they have, and they smell not,

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

Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart is war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they are drawn swords.