Znaleziono 96 Wyniki dla: hair

  • On hearing this, I tore my clothes and my cloak; I pulled hair from my head and beard and sat down in horror. (Ezra 9, 3)

  • I reprimanded them, I cursed them, I struck several of them and tore out their hair and adjured them by God, 'You are not to give your daughters in marriage to their sons or let their daughters marry your sons, or marry them yourselves! (Nehemiah 13, 25)

  • There she removed the sackcloth she was wearing and taking off her widow's dress, she washed all over, anointed herself plentifully with perfumes, dressed her hair, wrapped a turban round it and put on the robe of joy she used to wear when her husband Manasseh was alive. (Judith 10, 3)

  • coming closer to the bed she caught him by the hair and said, 'Make me strong today, Lord God of Israel!' (Judith 13, 7)

  • bound her hair under a turban, put on a linen gown to seduce him. (Judith 16, 8)

  • he who crushes me for one hair, who, for no reason, wounds and wounds again, (Job 9, 17)

  • When the first had left the world in this way, they brought the second forward to be tortured. After stripping the skin from his head, hair and all, they asked him, 'Will you eat some pork, before your body is tortured limb by limb?' (2 Maccabees 7, 7)

  • Rid your heart of indignation, keep your body clear of suffering, though youth and the age of black hair are both futile. (Ecclesiastes 11, 10)

  • LOVER: How beautiful you are, my beloved, how beautiful you are! Your eyes are doves, behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats surging down Mount Gilead. (Song of Solomon 4, 1)

  • BELOVED: I sleep, but my heart is awake. I hear my love knocking. 'Open to me, my sister, my beloved, my dove, my perfect one, for my head is wet with dew, my hair with the drops of night.' (Song of Solomon 5, 2)

  • Turn your eyes away from me, they take me by assault! Your hair is like a flock of goats surging down the slopes of Gilead. (Song of Solomon 6, 5)

  • Your head is held high like Carmel, and its hair is as dark as purple; a king is held captive in your tresses. (Song of Solomon 7, 6)


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