Quotes About Beauty

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?

I went down to the walnut grove to see the blossoms of the valley, to see if the vines were budding or the pomegranates were in bloom.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?

How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.

Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.

How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.

If she is a wall, we will build a tower of silver upon her. If she is a door, we will enclose her with panels of cedar.

I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers. So I have become in his eyes like one who brings peace.

Come away, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.

their pendants, bracelets, and veils;

their headdresses, ankle chains, and sashes; their perfume bottles and charms;

and their mirrors, linen garments, tiaras, and shawls.

Instead of fragrance there will be a stench; instead of a belt, a rope; instead of styled hair, baldness; instead of fine clothing, sackcloth; instead of beauty, shame.

On that day the Branch of the LORD will be beautiful and glorious, and the fruit of the land will be the pride and glory of Israelís survivors.

The LORD of Hosts planned it, to defile all its glorious beauty, to disgrace all the renowned of the earth.

The fading flower of his beautiful splendor, set on the summit above the fertile valley, will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest: Whoever sees it will take it in his hand and swallow it.

Beat your breasts for the pleasant fields, for the fruitful vines,