I am come into my garden, my sister, my spouse: 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, O friends; drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved.
Butter and honey shall he eat, that he may know to refuse the evil, and choose the good.
My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.
And it shall come to pass, for the abundance of milk that they shall give he shall eat butter: for butter and honey shall every one eat that is left in the land.