Whoso is sparing his rod is hating his son, And whoso is loving him hath hastened him chastisement.
Chastise thy son, for there is hope, And to put him to death lift not up thy soul.
Folly is bound up in the heart of a youth, The rod of chastisement putteth it far from him.
A rod and reproof give wisdom, And a youth let away is shaming his mother.
Chastise thy son, and he giveth thee comfort, Yea, he giveth delights to thy soul.
For whom Jehovah loveth He reproveth, Even as a father the son He is pleased with.
And whoso is missing me, is wronging his soul, All hating me have loved death!
`If any one doth come unto me, and doth not hate his own father, and mother, and wife, and children, and brothers, and sisters, and yet even his own life, he is not able to be my disciple;
and thou hast known, with thy heart, that as a man chastiseth his son Jehovah thy God is chastising thee,