The full soul loatheth a honeycomb; But to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid: Yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.

Stolen waters are sweet, And bread eaten in secret is pleasant.

The desire accomplished is sweet to the soul; But it is an abomination to fools to depart from evil.

Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.

Bread of falsehood is sweet to a man; But afterwards his mouth shall be filled with gravel.

The morsel which thou hast eaten shalt thou vomit up, And lose thy sweet words.

My son, eat thou honey, for it is good; And the droppings of the honeycomb, which are sweet to thy taste: