The man bowed his head, and worshiped Yahweh.

Moses hurried and bowed his head toward the earth, and worshiped.

And the man bowed down his head, and worshipped the LORD.

And Moses made haste, and bowed his head toward the earth, and worshipped.

I bowed my head, and worshiped Yahweh, and blessed Yahweh, the God of my master Abraham, who had led me in the right way to take my master's brother's daughter for his son.

And I bowed down my head, and worshipped the LORD, and blessed the LORD God of my master Abraham, which had led me in the right way to take my master's brother's daughter unto his son.

He said, Swear to me, and he swore to him. Israel bowed himself on the bed's head.

And he said, Swear unto me. And he sware unto him. And Israel bowed himself upon the bed's head.

My soul still remembers them, and is bowed down within me.

My head hurts.

When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished. He bowed his head, and gave up his spirit.

Then I ran across this simple verse that said, At God's footstool to confess, a poor soul knelt, and bowed his head.

When Jesus therefore had received the vinegar, he said, It is finished and he bowed his head, and gave up the ghost.

Jehoshaphat bowed his head with his face to the ground and all Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem fell down before Yahweh, worshipping Yahweh.

He said to his father, My head! My head! He said to his servant, Carry him to his mother.

her hand clawing at my head.

I kneel with my head down.

And Jehoshaphat bowed his head with his face to the ground and all Judah and the inhabitants of Jerusalem fell before the LORD, worshipping the LORD.

And he said unto his father, My head, my head. And he said to a lad, Carry him to his mother.

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.

I'm controlling myself not to lose my head.

At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay. At her feet he bowed, he fell. Where he bowed, there he fell down dead.

At her feet he bowed, he fell, he lay down at her feet he bowed, he fell where he bowed, there he fell down dead.

They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into its midst themselves. Selah.

I can't get that song out of my head.

He neither covers my head nor hand cuffs me.

I hit my head on my desk. I broke my cheekbone, I got five stitches on my right eye.

I go out to my first questioning, with my head covered and hands cuffed behind my back.

Simon Peter said to him, Lord, not my feet only, but also my hands and my head!

Simon Peter saith unto him, Lord, not my feet only, but also my hands and my head.

And this metaphor in my head I got anagnorisis and peripetia on my chin.

I step out, bracing for my head to be covered and my wrists handcuffed.

He has stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

He hath stripped me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head.

You didn't anoint my head with oil, but she has anointed my feet with ointment.

I try, constantly, to erase the scenes from my head.

I sneak a peek from the bus window as they cram my head between my legs.

They have prepared a net for my steps my soul is bowed down they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.

She s just a few inches off the top of my head.

But my head unwraps around what appears limitless, man's creative violence.

Waters flowed over my head I said, I am cut off.

My Special Representative for Georgia, Heidi Tagliavini, continued to head UNOMIG.

for behold, we were binding sheaves in the field, and behold, my sheaf arose and also stood upright and behold, your sheaves came around, and bowed down to my sheaf.

But the lessons from the Hadassah Hospital remain alive in my heart as much as my head.

My head with oil thou didst not anoint but this woman hath anointed my feet with ointment.