Folly is bound to the heart of a youth, but the rod of discipline will drive it out.
Can anyone make the unclean clean? No one can.
For I know my transgressions; my sin is always before me.
Whoever spares the rod hates the child, but whoever loves will apply discipline.
Discipline your son, for there is hope; but do not be intent on his death.
Evil is cleansed away by bloody lashes, and a scourging to the inmost being.
The rod of correction gives wisdom, but uncontrolled youths disgrace their mothers.
Discipline your children, and they will bring you comfort, and give delight to your soul.
What is born of flesh is flesh and what is born of spirit is spirit.
All of us once lived among them in the desires of our flesh, following the wishes of the flesh and the impulses, and we were by nature children of wrath, like the rest.