The rod and its correction distribute wisdom. But the child who is left to his own will brings shame to his mother.
Neither did his father chastise him at any time, saying, "Why have you done this?" Now he, too, was very beautiful, the second in birth, after Absalom.
A wise son gladdens the father. Yet truly, a foolish son is the grief of his mother.
He who gathers the harvest is a wise son. But he who snores in warm weather is a son of confusion.
He who spares the rod hates his son. But he who loves him urgently instructs him.
A foolish one is born into his own disgrace. But his father will not rejoice in one who is senseless.
A foolish son is the anger of the father and the grief of the mother who conceived him.
Teach your son; do not despair. But do not set your soul toward putting him to death.
Foolishness has been bound to the heart of a child, and a rod of discipline shall cause it to flee.
The proverb is: A youth is close to his way; even when he is old, he will not withdraw from it.
Teach your son, and he will refresh you, and he will give delight to your soul.
Whoever nurtures his servant delicately from childhood, afterwards will find him defiant.