13 Bible Verses about Admiration

The glory of young men is their strength; and the splendor of elders is their gray hair.

I saw that the woman was drunk with the blood of the saints and the blood of the witnesses to Jesus. I was very surprised when I saw her.

Mary took a litron of very expensive perfume made of pure nard and anointed Jesus' feet. She wiped his feet with her hair, and the house became filled with the fragrance of the perfume.

when he comes to be glorified by his saints and to be regarded with wonder on that day by all who have believed including you, because you believed our testimony.

Jesus told her, "Don't hold on to me, because I haven't yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and tell them, "I'm ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.'"

Consider how the lilies grow. They don't work or spin yarn, but I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. Now if that's the way God clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today and thrown into an oven tomorrow, how much more will he clothe you you who have little faith?

Brothers, we ask you to show your appreciation for those who work among you, set an example for you in the Lord, and instruct you. Hold them in the highest regard, loving them because of their work. Live in peace with each other.

fixing our attention on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of the faith, who, in view of the joy set before him, endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

As all of us reflect the glory of the Lord with unveiled faces, we are becoming more like him with ever-increasing glory by the Lord's Spirit.

Look at you! You are beautiful, my darling. Look at you! You are so beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are doves, your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep about to be sheared, who are coming up from being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young. Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Behind your veil, your temple is like a slice of pomegranate.read more.
Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones. A thousand shields are hung upon it, all the shields of the warriors. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle grazing among the lilies. Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I'll go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense. My darling, you are altogether beautiful and there is no blemish in you.

You are beautiful, my darling, like Tirzah, lovely like Jerusalem, as awesome as an army with banners. Turn your eyes from me, for they excite me. Your hair is like a flock of goats coming down from Mt. Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of ewes coming up from being washed. All of them are twins, not one has lost her young.read more.
Your temple behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate. There are sixty queens and eighty mistresses, and too many young women to count, but my dove, my perfect one, is unique. She's unique to her mother, she's pure to the one who gave birth to her. Young women see her and call her blessed, queens and mistresses praise her.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, noble lady. The curves of your thighs are like ornaments, the work of a skilled artist's hands. Your navel is a rounded goblet that never lacks mixed wine. Your abdomen is a bundle of wheat, enclosed by lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.read more.
Your neck is like a tower of ivory. Your eyes are like the pools in Heshbon, beside the gate of Beth-rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, which faces Damascus. Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel. Your flowing locks are like purple, and a king could be captured in the dangling tresses. How beautiful and lovely you are, you are love with its exquisite delights. Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like clusters of fruit. I told myself, "I'll go up the palm tree, and take hold of its fruit. May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples. May your mouth be like good wine. May it go down smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over the lips of the sleeping ones.

My beloved is dazzling, with a dark and healthy complexion, outstanding among ten thousand. His head is pure gold, his hair is wavy, black like a raven. His eyes are like doves by streams of water, bathed in milk, mounted like jewels.read more.
His cheeks are like beds of spices, like towers of perfume. His lips are lilies, dripping with liquid myrrh. His hands are rods of gold, set with beryl. His stomach is carved ivory, inlaid with sapphires. His legs are pillars of marble set on bases of pure gold. His appearance is like Lebanon, choice like its cedars. His mouth is sweetness, and all of him is desirable. This is my beloved, this is my friend, young women of Jerusalem!