Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline drives it far away.
Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean? No one can.
Indeed, I was born guilty, a sinner when my mother conceived me.
Those who spare the rod hate their children, but those who love them are diligent to discipline them.
Discipline your children while there is hope; do not set your heart on their destruction.
Blows that wound cleanse away evil; beatings make clean the innermost parts.
The rod and reproof give wisdom, but a mother is disgraced by a neglected child.
Discipline your children, and they will give you rest; they will give delight to your heart.
What is born of the flesh is flesh, and what is born of the Spirit is spirit.
All of us once lived among them in the passions of our flesh, doing the will of flesh and senses, and we were by nature children of wrath, like everyone else,