When wisdom entereth thy heart, and, knowledge, to thy soul, is sweet,

When thou sittest down, thou shalt have no dread, yea thou shalt lie down, and sweet shall be thy sleep.

For, with sweet droppings, drip the lips of her that is a stranger, and, smoother than oil, is her mouth;

Stolen waters, will be sweet, - and a secret meal, will be pleasant;

A desire fulfilled, is sweet to the soul, but it is, an abomination to the lawless, to depart from evil.

A comb of honey, are pleasant words, sweet to the taste and healing to the bone.

Sweet to a man, may be the bread of falsehood, but, afterward, shall his mouth be filled with gravel.

For sweet shall they be, when thou shalt keep them in thine inmost mind, they shall fit well together, upon thy lips.

As for thy morsel thou hast eaten, thou shalt vomit it, so shalt thou waste thy things so sweet.

My son, eat thou honey, because it is good, - and droppings from the comb because they are sweet to thy palate:

The surfeited soul, trampleth upon droppings from the comb, but, to the hungry soul, every bitter thing, is sweet.