So Judas went to Jesus at once. He said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” And he kissed him.
Then Jacob’s father Isaac said to him, “Come here, my son. Kiss me.”
Joab said to Amasa, “How are you, my friend?” Then Joab reached out his right hand. He took hold of Amasa’s beard to kiss him.
Wounds from a friend can be trusted. But an enemy kisses you many times.
They love to be greeted with respect in the markets. They love it when people call them ‘Rabbi.’
“But you shouldn’t be called ‘Rabbi.’ You have only one Teacher, and you are all brothers.
Judas was the one who was going to hand him over. He said, “Surely you don’t mean me, Teacher, do you?” Jesus answered, “You have said so.”
Judas, who was going to hand Jesus over, had arranged a signal with them. “The one I kiss is the man,” he said. “Arrest him.”
They began to call out to him, “We honor you, king of the Jews!”
You did not give me a kiss. But this woman has not stopped kissing my feet since I came in.
They went up to him again and again. They kept saying, “We honor you, king of the Jews!” And they slapped him in the face.
His disciples were saying to him, “Rabbi, eat something!”
Greet all God’s people with a holy kiss.
Then Samuel took a bottle of olive oil. He poured it on Saul’s head and kissed him. He said, “The Lord has anointed you to be the king of his people.