My son, eat honey, for it is good, the droppings of the honeycomb, which are sweet to your taste;so you shall know wisdom to be to your soul. If you have found it, then there will be a reward: Your hope will not be cut off.
I have 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, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.Take me away with you. Let’s hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! They are right to love you.