More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil:

My son, eat thou honey, because it is good; and the honeycomb, which is sweet to thy taste:

The full soul loatheth an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

Thy lips, O my spouse, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of Lebanon.