Lexicon :: Strong's G5611 - hōraios

The LORD God caused to grow out of the ground every tree pleasing in appearance and good for food, including the tree of life in the middle of the garden, as well as the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

The woman saw that the tree was good for food and delightful to look at, and that it was desirable for obtaining wisdom. So she took some of its fruit and ate it; she also gave some to her husband, who was with her, and he ate it.

When the men of the place asked about his wife, he said, “She is my sister,” for he was afraid to say “my wife,” thinking, “The men of the place will kill me on account of Rebekah, for she is a beautiful woman.”

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

He left all that he owned under Joseph’s authority;[fn] he did not concern himself with anything except the food he ate.

Now Joseph was well-built and handsome.

“On the first day you are to take the product of majestic trees ​— ​palm fronds, boughs of leafy trees, and willows of the brook ​— ​and rejoice before the LORD your God for seven days.

“As for the donkeys that wandered away from you three days ago, don’t worry about them because they’ve been found. And who does all Israel desire but you and all your father’s family? ”

Saul and Jonathan,

loved and delightful,

they were not parted in life or in death.

They were swifter than eagles, stronger than lions.

But his father had never once infuriated him by asking, “Why did you do that? ” In addition, he was quite handsome and was born after Absalom.

Then the Chaldeans burned God’s temple. They tore down Jerusalem’s wall, burned all its palaces, and destroyed all its valuable articles.

Parts of his skin are eaten away;

death’s firstborn consumes his limbs.

You are the most handsome of men;[fn]

grace flows from your lips.

Therefore God has blessed you forever.

The wilderness pastures overflow,

and the hills are robed with joy.

How handsome you are, my love.

How delightful!

Our bed is verdant;

My dove, in the clefts of the rock,

in the crevices of the cliff,

let me see your face,[fn]

let me hear your voice;

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.

Your lips are like a scarlet cord,

and your mouth[fn] is lovely.

Behind your veil,

your brow[fn] is like a slice of pomegranate.

You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling,

lovely as Jerusalem,

awe-inspiring as an army with banners.

Behind your veil,

your brow[fn] is like a slice of pomegranate.

Who is this coming from Edom

in crimson-stained garments from Bozrah —

this one who is splendid in his apparel,

striding in his formidable[fn] might?

It is I, proclaiming vindication,[fn]

powerful to save.

“The LORD named you

a flourishing olive tree,

beautiful with well-formed fruit.

He has set fire to it,

and its branches are consumed[fn]

with the sound of a mighty tumult.

Without compassion the Lord has swallowed up

all the dwellings of Jacob.

In his wrath he has demolished

the fortified cities of Daughter Judah.

He brought them to the ground

and defiled the kingdom and its leaders.

“Its leaves were beautiful, its fruit was abundant,

and on it was food for all.

Wild animals found shelter under it,

the birds of the sky lived in its branches,

and every creature was fed from it.

I call to you, LORD,

for fire has consumed

the pastures of the wilderness,

and flames have devoured

all the trees of the orchard.