Withhold not from a youth chastisement, When thou smitest him with a rod he dieth not.
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.
Bring in to instruction thy heart, And thine ear to sayings of knowledge.
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.
if chastening ye endure, as to sons God beareth Himself to you, for who is a son whom a father doth not chasten?