9 So I went up to the angel and told him to give me the small scroll. He said to me, “Take and swallow it. It will turn your stomach sour, but in your mouth it will taste as sweet as honey.”
10 I took the small scroll from the angel’s hand and swallowed it. In my mouth it was like sweet honey, but when I had eaten it, my stomach turned sour.
11 Then someone said to me, “You must prophesy again about many peoples, nations, tongues, and kings.”
24 Your decrees are my delight; they are my counselors.
72 Teaching from your lips is more precious to me than heaps of silver and gold.
103 How sweet to my tongue is your promise, sweeter than honey to my mouth!
111 Your decrees are my heritage forever; they are the joy of my heart.
131 I sigh with open mouth, yearning for your commands.
46 saying to them, “It is written, ‘My house shall be a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves.'”
47 And every day he was teaching in the temple area. The chief priests, the scribes, and the leaders of the people, meanwhile, were seeking to put him to death,
48 but they could find no way to accomplish their purpose because all the people were hanging on his words.