The hair of my flesh stood up.

He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him.

My kinsmen according to the flesh.

The hoary head is a crown of glory, if it be found in the way of righteousness.

But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.

And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way in the which we go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.