578 verses about Beauty

Ascribe to Yahweh the glory due to his name. Worship Yahweh in holy array.

Yahweh’s voice is on the waters. The God of glory thunders, even Yahweh on many waters.

Yahweh’s voice breaks the cedars. Yes, Yahweh breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.

Yahweh’s voice makes the deer calve, and strips the forests bare. In his temple everything says, “Glory!”

But the wicked shall perish. The enemies of Yahweh shall be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish— vanish like smoke.

You are the most excellent of the sons of men. Grace has anointed your lips, therefore God has blessed you forever.

All your garments smell like myrrh, aloes, and cassia. Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made you glad.

Kings’ daughters are among your honorable women. At your right hand the queen stands in gold of Ophir.

So the king will desire your beauty, honor him, for he is your lord.

The daughter of Tyre comes with a gift. The rich among the people entreat your favor.

The princess inside is all glorious. Her clothing is interwoven with gold.

She shall be led to the king in embroidered work. The virgins, her companions who follow her, shall be brought to you.

With gladness and rejoicing they shall be led. They shall enter into the king’s palace.

Great is Yahweh, and greatly to be praised, in the city of our God, in his holy mountain.

Beautiful in elevation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount Zion, on the north sides, the city of the great King.

They are appointed as a flock for Sheol. Death shall be their shepherd. The upright shall have dominion over them in the morning. Their beauty shall decay in Sheol, far from their mansion.

Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God shines out.

So I have seen you in the sanctuary, watching your power and your glory.

The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness.

The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.

while you sleep among the camp fires, the wings of a dove sheathed with silver, her feathers with shining gold.

The mountains of Bashan are majestic mountains. The mountains of Bashan are rugged.

Glorious are you, and excellent, more than mountains of game.

How lovely are your dwellings, Yahweh of Armies!

Honor and majesty are before him. Strength and beauty are in his sanctuary.

Worship Yahweh in holy array. Tremble before him, all the earth.

Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice. Let the sea roar, and its fullness!

The heavens declare his righteousness. All the peoples have seen his glory.

Make a joyful noise to Yahweh, all the earth! Burst out and sing for joy, yes, sing praises!

The birds of the sky nest by them. They sing among the branches.

Yahweh’s trees are well watered, the cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted;

Yahweh, how many are your works! In wisdom have you made them all. The earth is full of your riches.

There is the sea, great and wide, in which are innumerable living things, both small and large animals.

Let Yahweh’s glory endure forever. Let Yahweh rejoice in his works.

Be exalted, God, above the heavens! Let your glory be over all the earth.

Yahweh’s works are great, pondered by all those who delight in them.

His work is honor and majesty. His righteousness endures forever.

Open my eyes, that I may see wondrous things out of your law.

I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

Of the glorious majesty of your honor, of your wondrous works, I will meditate.

He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.

Praise him, sun and moon! Praise him, all you shining stars!

mountains and all hills; fruit trees and all cedars;

for they will be a garland to grace your head, and chains around your neck.

She is more precious than rubies. None of the things you can desire are to be compared to her.

Her ways are ways of pleasantness. All her paths are peace.

She will give to your head a garland of grace. She will deliver a crown of splendor to you.”

A loving doe and a graceful deer— let her breasts satisfy you at all times. Be captivated always with her love.

Don’t lust after her beauty in your heart, neither let her captivate you with her eyelids.

A gracious woman obtains honor, but violent men obtain riches.

Like a gold ring in a pig’s snout, is a beautiful woman who lacks discretion.

by knowledge the rooms are filled with all rare and beautiful treasure.

A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.

“There are three things which are stately in their march, four which are stately in going:

Who can find a worthy woman? For her price is far above rubies.

“Many women do noble things, but you excel them all.”

Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman who fears Yahweh, she shall be praised.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in their hearts, yet so that man can’t find out the work that God has done from the beginning even to the end.

Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to see the sun.

The Song of songs, which is Solomon’s. Beloved

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth; for your love is better than wine.

Your oils have a pleasing fragrance. Your name is oil poured out, therefore the virgins love you.

Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.

I am dark, but lovely, you daughters of Jerusalem, like Kedar’s tents, like Solomon’s curtains.

Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

If you don’t know, most beautiful among women, follow the tracks of the sheep. Graze your young goats beside the shepherds’ tents.

I have compared you, my love, to a steed in Pharaoh’s chariots.

Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels. Friends

We will make you earrings of gold, with studs of silver. Beloved

While the king sat at his table, my perfume spread its fragrance.

My beloved is to me a sachet of myrrh, that lies between my breasts.

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms from the vineyards of En Gedi. Lover

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves. Beloved

Behold, you are beautiful, my beloved, yes, pleasant; and our couch is verdant. Lover

The beams of our house are cedars. Our rafters are firs.

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Lover

As a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters. Beloved

As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, so is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, his fruit was sweet to my taste.

I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, or by the hinds of the field, that you not stir up, nor awaken love, until it so desires.

The voice of my beloved! Behold, he comes, leaping on the mountains, skipping on the hills.

My beloved is like a roe or a young deer. Behold, he stands behind our wall! He looks in at the windows. He glances through the lattice.

My beloved spoke, and said to me, “Rise up, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.

For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth. The time of the singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

The fig tree ripens her green figs. The vines are in blossom. They give out their fragrance. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away.” Lover

My dove in the clefts of the rock, In the hiding places of the mountainside, Let me see your face. Let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

My beloved is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be like a roe or a young deer on the mountains of Bether.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all spices of the merchant?

Behold, it is Solomon’s carriage! Sixty mighty men are around it, of the mighty men of Israel.

King Solomon made himself a carriage of the wood of Lebanon.

He made its pillars of silver, its bottom of gold, its seat of purple, the middle of it being paved with love, from the daughters of Jerusalem.

Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.

Behold, you are beautiful, my love. Behold, you are beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is as a flock of goats, that descend from Mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a newly shorn flock, which have come up from the washing, where every one of them has twins. None is bereaved among them.

Your lips are like scarlet thread. Your mouth is lovely. Your temples are like a piece of a pomegranate behind your veil.

Your neck is like David’s tower built for an armory, whereon a thousand shields hang, all the shields of the mighty men.

Your two breasts are like two fawns that are twins of a roe, which feed among the lilies.

Until the day is cool, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh, to the hill of frankincense.