The scriptures can speak to us personally in times of trial, anguish, and even joy. Whenever we read the scriptures, we can feel and experience first hand the truth that these are words written for His children. These are words written to help guide us in our lives. These are words written especially for us.
Along with this power to inspire and move us spiritually, the scriptures can also move us aesthetically. Written in powerful language with imagery that is both striking and poetic, the Bible, Book of Mormon, and Doctrine & Covenants contain some of the most poetic and meaningful passages in literature—beauty we can often take for granted.
So, in hopes of celebrating the beauty of the written word, here is our list of 30 of the most poetic scriptures. If your favorite scripture is not listed here, please share it with us in the comments below!
Lines from the Old Testament
God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven . . .
a time to be born, and a time to die . . .
a time to break down, and a time to build up . . .
a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance . . .
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain . . .
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak . . .
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.
While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain . . . Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern . . . Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb, and as the showers upon the grass.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy? Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb? When I made the cloud the garment thereof, and thick darkness a swaddling band for it . . . and caused the dayspring to know his place.”