Foolishness is bound up in the heart of a child, but a rod of discipline will drive it far from him.
Who can make something pure out of the impure? No one!
For I know my transgressions and my sin is ever before me.
He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is diligent with discipline.
Discipline your son while there is hope. Do not set your heart on his death.
Blows that wound scour away evil, and beatings purge the innermost being.
A rod and reproof give wisdom, but a child left to himself disgraces his mother.
Correct your son and he will give you rest. He will bring delight to your soul.
What is born of the flesh is flesh, and what is born of the Spirit is spirit.
We too all lived among them in the cravings of our flesh, indulging the desires of the flesh and the mind. By nature we were children of wrath, just like the others.