יַ֫עַר

All the people came into the forest; and there was honey on the ground.

When the people had come to the forest, behold, honey was dripping, but no one put his hand to his mouth; for the people feared the oath.

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.