13 Bible Verses about Admiration
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And I saw the woman drunken from the blood of the saints, and from the blood of the witnesses of Jesus, and I did wonder -- having seen her -- with great wonder;
Mary, therefore, having taken a pound of ointment of spikenard, of great price, anointed the feet of Jesus and did wipe with her hair his feet, and the house was filled from the fragrance of the ointment.
when He may come to be glorified in his saints, and to be wondered at in all those believing -- because our testimony was believed among you -- in that day;
Jesus saith to her, 'Be not touching me, for I have not yet ascended unto my Father; and be going on to my brethren, and say to them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father, and to my God, and to your God.'
'Consider the lilies, how do they grow? they labour not, nor do they spin, and I say to you, not even Solomon in all his glory was arrayed as one of these; and if the herbage in the field, that to-day is, and to-morrow into an oven is cast, God doth so clothe, how much more you -- ye of little faith?
And we ask you, brethren, to know those labouring among you, and leading you in the Lord, and admonishing you, and to esteem them very abundantly in love, because of their work; be at peace among yourselves;
looking to the author and perfecter of faith -- Jesus, who, over-against the joy set before him -- did endure a cross, shame having despised, on the right hand also of the throne of God did sit down;
and we all, with unvailed face, the glory of the Lord beholding in a mirror, to the same image are being transformed, from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.
Lo, thou art fair, my friend, lo, thou art fair, Thine eyes are doves behind thy veil, Thy hair as a row of the goats That have shone from mount Gilead, Thy teeth as a row of the shorn ones That have come up from the washing, For all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them. As a thread of scarlet are thy lips, And thy speech is comely, As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil,read more.
As the tower of David is thy neck, built for an armoury, The chief of the shields are hung on it, All shields of the mighty. Thy two breasts are as two fawns, Twins of a roe, that are feeding among lilies. Till the day doth break forth, And the shadows have fled away, I will get me unto the mountain of myrrh, And unto the hill of frankincense. Thou art all fair, my friend, And a blemish there is not in thee. Come from Lebanon, O spouse,
Fair art thou, my friend, as Tirzah, Comely as Jerusalem, Awe-inspiring as bannered hosts. Turn round thine eyes from before me, Because they have made me proud. Thy hair is as a row of the goats, That have shone from Gilead, Thy teeth as a row of the lambs, That have come up from the washing, Because all of them are forming twins, And a bereaved one is not among them.read more.
As the work of the pomegranate is thy temple behind thy veil. Sixty are queens, and eighty concubines, And virgins without number. One is my dove, my perfect one, One she is of her mother, The choice one she is of her that bare her, Daughters saw, and pronounce her happy, Queens and concubines, and they praise her.
As the chorus of 'Mahanaim.' How beautiful were thy feet with sandals, O daughter of Nadib. The turnings of thy sides are as ornaments, Work of the hands of an artificer. Thy waist is a basin of roundness, It lacketh not the mixture, Thy body a heap of wheat, fenced with lilies, Thy two breasts as two young ones, twins of a roe,read more.
Thy neck as a tower of the ivory, Thine eyes pools in Heshbon, near the gate of Bath-Rabbim, Thy face as a tower of Lebanon looking to Damascus, Thy head upon thee as Carmel, And the locks of thy head as purple, The king is bound with the flowings! How fair and how pleasant hast thou been, O love, in delights. This thy stature hath been like to a palm, And thy breasts to clusters. I said, 'Let me go up on the palm, Let me lay hold on its boughs, Yea, let thy breasts be, I pray thee, as clusters of the vine, And the fragrance of thy face as citrons, And thy palate as the good wine -- 'Flowing to my beloved in uprightness, Strengthening the lips of the aged!
My beloved is clear and ruddy, Conspicuous above a myriad! His head is pure gold -- fine gold, His locks flowing, dark as a raven, His eyes as doves by streams of water, Washing in milk, sitting in fulness.read more.
His cheeks as a bed of the spice, towers of perfumes, His lips are lilies, dropping flowing myrrh, His hands rings of gold, set with beryl, His heart bright ivory, covered with sapphires, His limbs pillars of marble, Founded on sockets of fine gold, His appearance as Lebanon, choice as the cedars. His mouth is sweetness -- and all of him desirable, This is my beloved, and this my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!
