For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

It is enough for the disciple that he be as his master, and the servant as his lord. If they have called the master of the house Beelzebub, how much more shall they call them of his household?

We are fools for Christ's sake, but ye are wise in Christ; we are weak, but ye are strong; ye are honourable, but we are despised.

And labour, working with our own hands: being reviled, we bless; being persecuted, we suffer it:

Behold, what manner of love the Father hath bestowed upon us, that we should be called the sons of God: therefore the world knoweth us not, because it knew him not.

And let the beauty of the LORD our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it.

For the LORD taketh pleasure in his people: he will beautify the meek with salvation.

I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels.

And thy renown went forth among the heathen for thy beauty: for it was perfect through my comeliness, which I had put upon thee, saith the Lord GOD.

And when the king came in to see the guests, he saw there a man which had not on a wedding garment:

But the father said to his servants, Bring forth the best robe, and put it on him; and put a ring on his hand, and shoes on his feet:

But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof.

For he hath made him to be sin for us, who knew no sin; that we might be made the righteousness of God in him.

That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,

Kings' daughters were among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir.

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, which killest the prophets, and stonest them that are sent unto thee; how often would I have gathered thy children together, as a hen doth gather her brood under her wings, and ye would not!

But Jerusalem which is above is free, which is the mother of us all.

Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar!