13 Bible Verses about Admiration

The glory of young men is their strength: and the beauty of old men is the gray head.

And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus: and when I saw her, I wondered with great wonder.

Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odor of the ointment.

When he shall come to be glorified in his saints, and to be admired in all them that believe (because our testimony among you was believed) in that day.

Jesus said unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.

Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothes the grass, which is today in the field, and tomorrow is cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith?

And we beseech you, brethren, to know them who labor among you, and are over you in the Lord, and admonish you; And to esteem them very highly in love for their work's sake. And be at peace among yourselves.

Looking unto Jesus the author and perfecter of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.

But we all, with unveiled face beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.

Behold, you are fair, my love; behold, you are fair; you have doves' eyes behind your veil: your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; every one of which bears twins, and none is barren among them. Your lips are like a thread of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely: your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.read more.
Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand shields, all shields of mighty men. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies. Until the day breaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go up to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. You are all fair, my love; there is no spot in you.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army with banners. Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me: your hair is as a flock of goats going down from Gilead. Your teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, every one bears twins, and there is not one barren among them.read more.
As a piece of a pomegranate are your temples behind your veil. There are threescore queens, and fourscore concubines, and virgins without number. My dove, my perfect one, is the only one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the favorite one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her; yea, the queens and the concubines, and they praised her.

How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! the curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a skillful craftsman. Your navel is like a round goblet, which lacks not blended drink: your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a gazelle.read more.
Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the pools of Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: your nose is as the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. Your head crowns you like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple; the king is held captive by your tresses. How fair and how pleasant are you, O love, for your delights! This your stature is like to a palm tree, and your breasts to its clusters. I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its branches: may also your breasts be as clusters of the vine, and the fragrance of your breath like apples; And the roof of your mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goes down sweetly, flowing gently over lips and teeth.

My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are wavy, and black as a raven. His eyes are like doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.read more.
His cheeks are like a bed of spices, like sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh. His arms are as rounded gold set with beryl: his body is as carved ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are pillars of marble, set upon bases of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.