Eat honey, my son, for it is good, and the honeycomb is sweet to your palate;realize that wisdom is the same for you. If you find it, you will have a future, and your hope will never fade.
M I have come to my garden— my sister, my bride. I gather my myrrh with my spices. I eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink my wine with my milk. Eat, friends! Drink, be intoxicated with love!
Oh, that he would kiss me with the kisses of his mouth! For your love is more delightful than wine.The fragrance of your perfume is intoxicating; your name is perfume poured out. No wonder young women adore you.Take me with you— let us hurry. Oh, that the king would bring me to his chambers. We will rejoice and be glad for you; we will praise your love more than wine. It is only right that they adore you.