יָפֶה

As he was about to enter Egypt, he said to his wife Sarai, “Look, I know that you are a beautiful woman,

So when Abram entered Egypt, the Egyptians saw that the woman was very beautiful.

Leah had weak eyes, but Rachel was shapely and beautiful.

So Potiphar left all that he owned in Joseph’s care; he did not concern himself with anything except the food he ate. Now Joseph was well-built and handsome,

…when seven cows, sleek and well-fed, came up from the river and began to graze among the reeds.

And the cows that were sickly and thin devoured the seven sleek, well-fed cows. Then Pharaoh woke up,

…when seven cows, well-fed and sleek, came up from the river and began to graze among the reeds.

…if you see a beautiful woman among them, and you desire her and want to take her as your wife,

So Jesse sent for his youngest son and brought him in. He was ruddy, with beautiful eyes and a handsome appearance. And the LORD said, “Rise and anoint him, for he is the one.”

When the Philistine looked and saw David, he despised him because he was just a boy, ruddy and handsome.

His name was Nabal, and his wife’s name was Abigail. She was an intelligent and beautiful woman, but her husband, a Calebite, was harsh and evil in his dealings.

After some time, David’s son Amnon fell in love with Tamar, the beautiful sister of David’s son Absalom.

Now there was not a man in all Israel as handsome and highly praised as Absalom. From the sole of his foot to the top of his head, he did not have a single flaw.

Three sons were born to Absalom, and a daughter named Tamar, who was a beautiful woman.

Then they searched throughout Israel for a beautiful girl, and they found Abishag the Shunammite and brought her to the king.

The girl was unsurpassed in beauty; she cared for the king and served him, but he had no relations with her.

And Mordecai had brought up Hadassah (that is, Esther), the daughter of his uncle, because she did not have a father or mother. The young woman was lovely in form and appearance, and when her father and mother had died, Mordecai had taken her as his own daughter.

No women as beautiful as Job’s daughters could be found in all the land, and their father granted them an inheritance among their brothers.

Beautiful in loftiness, the joy of all the earth, like the peaks of Zaphon is Mount Zion, the city of the great King.

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

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men, yet they cannot fathom the work that God has done from beginning to end.

Here is what I have seen to be good and fitting: to eat and drink, and to find satisfaction in all the labor one does under the sun during the few days of life that God has given him—for this is his lot.

If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.

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.

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

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

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.

You are altogether beautiful, my darling; in you there is no flaw.

How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

You are as beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners.

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?

The LORD once called you a flourishing olive tree, beautiful with well-formed fruit. But with a mighty roar He will set it on fire, and its branches will be consumed.

Look at Assyria, a cedar in Lebanon, with beautiful branches that shaded the forest. It towered on high; its top was among the clouds.

I made it beautiful with its many branches, the envy of all the trees of Eden, which were in the garden of God.’

Indeed, you are to them like a singer of love songs with a beautiful voice, who skillfully plays an instrument. They hear your words but do not put them into practice.

In that day the lovely young women—the young men as well—will faint from thirst.