My son, eat thou honey, for it is good; And the droppings of the honeycomb, which are sweet to thy taste:So shalt thou know wisdom to be unto thy soul; If thou hast found it, then shall there be a reward, And thy hope shall not be cut off.
I am come into my garden, my sister, my bride: I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends; Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; For thy love is better than wine.Thine oils have a goodly fragrance; Thy name is as oil poured forth; Therefore do the virgins love thee.Draw me; we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers; We will be glad and rejoice in thee; We will make mention of thy love more than of wine: Rightly do they love thee.