מָתוֹק

So he said to them: “Out of the eater came something to eat, and out of the strong came something sweet.” For three days they were unable to explain the riddle.

Before sunset on the seventh day, the men of the city said to Samson: “What is sweeter than honey? And what is stronger than a lion?” So he said to them: “If you had not plowed with my heifer, you would not have solved my riddle!”

They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.

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

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

The soul that is full loathes honey, but to a hungry soul, any bitter thing is sweet.

The sleep of the worker is sweet, whether he eats little or much, but the abundance of the rich man permits him no sleep.

Light is sweet, and it pleases the eyes to see the sun.

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who turn darkness to light and light to darkness, who replace bitter with sweet and sweet with bitter.

“Son of man,” He said to me, “eat and fill your stomach with this scroll I am giving you.” So I ate, and it was as sweet as honey in my mouth.