'Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'

If thou liest down, thou art not afraid, Yea, thou hast lain down, And sweet hath been thy sleep.

Sweet to a man is the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled with gravel.

Thy morsel thou hast eaten thou dost vomit up, And hast marred thy words that are sweet.

Eat my son, honey that is good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.

A desire accomplished is sweet to the soul, And an abomination to fools is: Turn from evil.

Sayings of pleasantness are a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and healing to the bone.

A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And to a hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.