13 Bible Verses about Admiration

The glory of young men is their strength. The honor of old men is their gray haired [wisdom and experience].

I saw the woman drunk with the blood of the holy ones, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus. And when I saw her I wondered greatly.

Mary took a pound of very precious ointment of pure nard and anointed the feet of Jesus. She wiped his feet with her hair. The house was filled with the odor of the ointment.

He will then come to be glorified in his holy ones, and to be marveled at by all those who believed, because our testimony to you was believed.

Jesus said: Do not touch me for I am not yet ascended to the Father. Go to my brothers, and say to them, I ascend to my Father and you're Father, and my God and your God. (Revelation 3:12)

Consider the way the lilies grow. They do not toil and neither do they spin. Yet I tell you even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If God clothes the grasses in the field, which is here today and is cast into the oven tomorrow, how much more will he clothe you? You have little faith.

We ask you, brothers, to appreciate those who labor among you, and are over you in the Lord, and admonish you. To esteem them very highly in love because of the work they do. And be at peace among yourselves.

Look to (consider without distractions) Jesus, the Leader (Predecessor) and Finisher (Perfecter) of our faith. He despised the shame. He endured the stake for the joy that was set before him. Then he sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

We all, with unveiled face, behold as in a mirror the glory of God and are transformed into the same image from glory to glory, exactly as from God's Spirit.

(The Beloved) You are beautiful my love, you are beautiful. Your eyes behind your veil are like doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep that are shorn and washed. Each has its twin and not one of them is alone. Your lips are like a thread of scarlet and your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within your locks.read more.
Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men. Your two breasts are like two young gazelles that are twins, which feed among the lilies. Until the daybreaks, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, and to the hill of frankincense. You are all fair, my love. There is no spot in you.

(The Beloved) You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, comely as Jerusalem, terrible as an army with banners. Turn away your eyes from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one looks like twins, and there is not one barren among them.read more.
Your temples within your locks are like a piece of a pomegranate. There are sixty queens, and eighty concubines, and virgins without number. My dove, my undefiled is the one. She is the only one of her mother; she is the choice one of her that bore her. The daughters saw her, and blessed her. The queens and the concubines praised her.

(The Beloved) How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The joints of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Your navel is like a round goblet. It does not need liquor. Your belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Your two breasts are like two young fawns that are twins.read more.
Your neck is as a tower of ivory. Your eyes like the fish pools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim. Your nose is as the tower of Lebanon that looks toward Damascus. Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, for delights! Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts like clusters of dates. I said, 'I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs. Also your breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of your nose like apples.' The roof of your mouth is like the best wine for my beloved.' (The Shulamite) The wine goes down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak.

(The Shulamite) My beloved is white and ruddy, the chief among ten thousand. His head is as the finest gold. His locks are like date clusters, bushy and black as a raven. His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.read more.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers. His lips are like lilies, dripping sweet smelling myrrh. His hands are as gold rings set with beryl. His belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. His legs are like pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold. His countenance is like Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. His mouth is very sweet: yes, he is altogether handsome. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.