מָתוֹק

He said to them, “Out of the eater came out food. Out of the strong came out sweetness.” They couldn’t in three days declare the riddle.

The men of the city said to him on the seventh day before the sun went down, “What is sweeter than honey? What is stronger than a lion?” He said to them, “If you hadn’t plowed with my heifer, you wouldn’t have found out my riddle.”

They are more to be desired than gold, yes, than much fine gold, sweeter also than honey and the extract of the honeycomb.

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

My son, eat honey, for it is good, the droppings of the honeycomb, which are sweet to your taste;

A full soul loathes a honeycomb; but to a hungry soul, every bitter thing is sweet.

The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, whether he eats little or much; but the abundance of the rich will not allow him to sleep.

Truly the light is sweet, and it is a pleasant thing for the eyes to see the sun.

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; who put darkness for light, and light for darkness; who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!