Chastise thy son, for there is hope, And to put him to death lift not up thy soul.
Whoso is sparing his rod is hating his son, And whoso is loving him hath hastened him chastisement.
A man of great wrath is bearing punishment, For, if thou dost deliver, yet again thou dost add.
Folly is bound up in the heart of a youth, The rod of chastisement putteth it far from him.
A city broken down without walls, `Is' a man without restraint over his spirit!
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.
`When a man hath a son apostatizing and rebellious -- he is not hearkening to the voice of his father, and to the voice of his mother, and they have chastised him, and he doth not hearken unto them --