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13 Bible Verses about Admiration
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The glory of young men is their strength; and the beauty of old men is the grey head.
And I saw the woman drunk with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the witnesses of Jesus. And I wondered, seeing her, with great wonder.
Mary therefore, having taken a pound of ointment of pure nard of great price, anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair, and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment.
when he shall have come to be glorified in his saints, and wondered at in all that have believed, (for our testimony to you has been believed,) in that day.
Jesus says to her, Touch me not, for I have not yet ascended to my Father; but go to my brethren and say to them, I ascend to my Father and your Father, and to my God and your God.
Consider the lilies how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I say unto you, Not even Solomon in all his glory was clothed as one of these. But if God thus clothe the grass, which to-day is in the field and to-morrow is cast into the oven, how much rather you, O ye of little faith?
But we beg you, brethren, to know those who labour among you, and take the lead among you in the Lord, and admonish you, and to regard them exceedingly in love on account of their work. Be in peace among yourselves.
looking stedfastly on Jesus the leader and completer of faith: who, in view of the joy lying before him, endured the cross, having despised the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.
But we all, looking on the glory of the Lord, with unveiled face, are transformed according to the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Lord the Spirit.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil; Thy hair is as a flock of goats, On the slopes of mount Gilead. Thy teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep, Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them. Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, And thy speech is comely; As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil.read more.
Thy neck is like the tower of David, Built for an armoury: A thousand bucklers hang thereon, All shields of mighty men. Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, Which feed among the lilies. Until the day dawn, and the shadows flee away, I will get me to the mountain of myrrh, And to the hill of frankincense. Thou art all fair, my love; And there is no spot in thee.
Thou art fair, my love, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Terrible as troops with banners: Turn away thine eyes from me, For they overcome me. Thy hair is as a flock of goats On the slopes of Gilead. Thy teeth are like a flock of sheep Which go up from the washing; Which have all borne twins, And none is barren among them.read more.
As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples Behind thy veil. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, And virgins without number: My dove, mine undefiled, is but one; She is the only one of her mother, She is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and they called her blessed; The queens and the concubines, and they praised her.
How beautiful are thy footsteps in sandals, O prince's daughter! The roundings of thy thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of an artist. Thy navel is a round goblet, which wanteth not mixed wine; Thy belly a heap of wheat, set about with lilies; Thy two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle;read more.
Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; Thine eyes, like the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath-rabbim; Thy nose like the tower of Lebanon, Which looketh toward Damascus; Thy head upon thee is like Carmel, And the locks of thy head like purple; The king is fettered by thy ringlets! How fair and how pleasant art thou, my love, in delights! This thy stature is like to a palm-tree, And thy breasts to grape clusters. I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof; And thy breasts shall indeed be like clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy nose like apples, And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ... That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.
My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the finest gold; His locks are flowing, black as the raven; His eyes are like doves by the water-brooks, Washed with milk, fitly set;read more.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, raised beds of sweet plants; His lips lilies, dropping liquid myrrh. His hands gold rings, set with the chrysolite; His belly is bright ivory, overlaid with sapphires; His legs, pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: His bearing as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars; His mouth is most sweet: Yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, yea, this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.