God, who tempers the wind to the shorn lamb, will watch over you!
You'll be shorn like a lamb one of these days, with your benevolence.
Though they may be shorn of their glory, they retain their place in the organism of knowledge.
When it was all shorn off she crept out of the room without opening her eyes.
Shorn was the unkempt mop of hair and vanished the impudent swagger.