For He grows up before Him as a tender plant, and as a root out of the dry ground. He has no form nor splendor that we should regard Him, nor anything spectacular that we should desire Him.

It is enough for a disciple that he be like his teacher, and a servant like his lord. If they have called the master of the house Beelzebub, how much more those of his household!

We are foolish because of Christ, but you are wise in Christ. We are weak, but you are strong. You are distinguished, but we are dishonored.

And we labor, working with our own hands. Being reviled, we bless; being persecuted, we endure;

Behold what manner of love the Father has bestowed on us, that we should be called children of God. Therefore the world does not know us, because it did not know Him.

And let the beauty of Jehovah our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us; yea, establish the work of our hands.

For Jehovah takes pleasure in His people; He will glorify the lowly with salvation.

I will greatly rejoice in Jehovah, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for He has clothed me with the garment of salvation, He has covered me with the robe of righteousness like a bridegroom adorns himself with ornaments, and like a bride adorns herself with her jewels.

Your fame went out among the nations because of your beauty, for it was perfect through My splendor which I had bestowed upon you, declares the Lord Jehovah.

But when the king came in to see the guests, he saw a man there who did not have on a wedding garment.

But the father said to his servants, Bring out the best robe and put it on him, and put a ring on his hand and sandals on his feet.

But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh, to fulfill its lusts.

For He made Him who knew no sin to be sin for us, that we might become the righteousness of God in Him.

that He might sanctify and cleanse her with the washing of water by the Word,

Kings' daughters are among Your precious ones; on Your right hand stands the queen in gold of Ophir.

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the one who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her, how often I wanted to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, but you were not willing!

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

Woe is me, that I have sojourned in Meshech, that I have dwelt in the tents of Kedar!