Quotes About Beauty

I compare you, my darling, to a mare among Pharaohís chariots.

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

We will make you ornaments of gold, studded with beads of silver.

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

My beloved is to me a cluster of henna blossoms in the vineyards of En-gedi.

How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves.

How handsome you are, my beloved! Oh, how delightful! The soft grass is our bed.

The beams of our house are cedars; our rafters are fragrant firs.

I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valley.

Like a lily among the thorns is my darling among the maidens.

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my beloved among the young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste.

My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Look, he stands behind our wall, gazing through the windows, peering through the lattice.

My beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one.

The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.

The fig tree ripens its figs; the blossoming vines spread their fragrance. Arise, come away, my darling; come away with me, my beautiful one.”

O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.

Before the day breaks and shadows flee, turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of Bether.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness like a column of smoke, scented with myrrh and frankincense from all the spices of the merchant?

King Solomon has made his carriage out of the timber of Lebanon.

He has made its posts of silver, its base of gold, its seat of purple fabric. Its interior is inlaid with love by the daughters of Jerusalem.

How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.

Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheep coming up from the washing; each has its twin, and not one of them is lost.

Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon, and your mouth is lovely. Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

Your neck is like the tower of David, built with rows of stones; on it hang a thousand shields, all of them shields of warriors.