Fresh and new. Beauty of the ages. Colors and shapes all in perfection. Her glass is smooth, her curves are small, good size abreast, and curtains of silk. But years go by and what has she now? Her colors and shapes are faded and twisted. Her glass is etched and covered in cobwebs, her curves are large, and wrong size abreast, her curtains now dull and coming apart. But if she has the Son shining through her, her beauty shall last ’til eternity For favor gains her nothing and her outward beauty is not forever. But if she fears the Lord, praise of her loveliness will always be hers.