מָתוֹק

The sleep of a labouring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much: but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep.

Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun:

And he said unto me, Son of man, cause thy belly to eat, and fill thy bowels with this roll that I give thee. Then did I eat it; and it was in my mouth as honey for sweetness.

Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!

And he said unto them, Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness. And they could not in three days expound the riddle.

And the men of the city said unto him on the seventh day before the sun went down, What is sweeter than honey? and what is stronger than a lion? And he said unto them, If ye had not plowed with my heifer, ye had not found out my riddle.

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

My son, eat thou honey, because it is good; and the honeycomb, which is sweet to thy taste:

The full soul loatheth an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.