Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.

Eat honey, my child, for it is good, and honey from the honeycomb is sweet to your taste.

The one whose appetite is satisfied loathes honey, but to the hungry mouth every bitter thing is sweet.

He said to them, “Out of the one who eats came something to eat; out of the strong one came something sweet.” They could not solve the riddle for three days.

The Beloved about Her Lover: Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

On the seventh day, before the sun set, the men of the city said to him, “What is sweeter than honey? What is stronger than a lion?” He said to them, “If you had not plowed with my heifer, you would not have solved my riddle!”