13 Bible Verses about Admiration

The glory of young men their strength: and the ornament of old men gray hair.

And I saw the woman intoxicated from the blood of the holy, and from the blood of the witnesses of Jesus: and wondered, seeing her, with great wonder.

Then Mary having taken a pound of perfumed oil of spikenard, very precious, anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hairs: and the house was filled with the smell of the perfumed oil.

When he should come to be honoured in his holy ones, and to be admired in all the believing, (that our testimony among you was believed) in that day.

Jesus says to her, Touch me not; for I have not yet ascended to my Father: and go thou to my brethren, and say to them, I ascend to my Father, and your Father; to my God, and your God.

Consider the white lilies, how they grow; they are not wearied, neither do they spin; and I say to you, neither was Solomon in all his glory clothed as one of these. And if the grass, to day being in the field and to morrow cast into the furnace, God so clothes; how much rather you, ye of little faith?

And we ask you, brethren, to know those being fatigued among you, and set over you in the Lord, and reminding you; And to think them above ordinary in love for their work. Live in peace in yourselves.

Looking in the distance to Jesus the author and completer of the faith; who for the joy laid before him endured the cross, having despised the shame, and sat down on the right hand of the throne of God.

And we all, shown as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, with the face uncovered, are transformed into the same image from glory to glory, as from the Spirit of the Lord.

Behold thee beautiful, my friend, behold thee beautiful; thine eyes doves' from behind to thy veil: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from mount Gilead. Thy teeth as a herd of the shorn which came up from the washing; all of them bearing twins, and none barren among them. As a scarlet thread thy lips, and thy speech becoming: as a piece of pomegranate, thy temples from behind thy veil.read more.
As the tower of David thy neck, built for the weapons; a thousand shields hung upon it, all shields of the powerful. Thy two breasts as two fawns, twins of the roe deer feeding among the lilies. Till the day shall breathe, and the shadows fled away, I will go for myself to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of Lebanon. All of thee beautiful, my friend, and no blemish in thee.

Thou art beautiful my friend, as delight; becoming as Jerusalem, a terror as those being furnished with banners. Turn away thine eyes from before me; they enlarged me: thy hair as a herd of goats which lay down from Gilead. Thy teeth as a herd of sheep which went up from the washing, all of them bearing twins, and none barren among them.read more.
As a piece of pomegranate thy temples from behind thy veil. They are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and maidens no number. She is one, my dove, my perfect one; she is one to her mother, she is the chosen to her bearing her. The daughters saw her and pronounced her happy; the queens and the concubines, and they will praise her.

How beautiful were thy steps with shoes, O daughter of a noble! the circuits of thy thighs a necklace, the work of the hands of an artist. Thy navel a bowl of roundness, it will not want mixed wine; thy belly a heap of wheat enclosed with lilies. Thy two breasts as two fawns, twins of the roe-deer.read more.
Thy neck as a tower of ivory; thine eyes pools in Heshbon, by the gate of the daughter of many: thy nose as the tower of Lebanon viewing the face of Damascus. Thy head upon thee as Carmel, and the locks of thy head as purple; the King being bound in curls. How beautiful and how pleasant thou wert, O love, in delights! This thy height was like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters. I said, I will go up upon the palm tree, I will hold fast upon its branches: and now thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the odor of thy nose as apples. And thy palate as good wine going to my beloved for uprightness, causing the lips of the sleeping to flow softly.

My beloved is white and ruddy, bearing the standard of ten thousand. His head purified gold, his locks waving branches, black as a raven. His eyes as doves upon channels of waters washed with milk, sitting upon fulness.read more.
His cheeks as beds of spices, towers of aromatic herbs: his lips lilies, dropping overflowing myrrh. His hands rings of gold completed in Tarshish: his bowels wrought ivory covered over with sapphires. His legs bases of white marble, founded upon of pure gold: his aspect as Lebanon, choice as the cedars. His palate, sweetness: he is all loveliness. This my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.