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Then was the king deeply moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept, - and, thus, he said as he went - O my son Absolom, my son - my son - Absolom! could, I, but have died in thy stead, O Absolom, my son - my son!
He that keepeth instruction, is a son with discernment, but, a companion of squanderers, bringeth shame to his father.
A rod with rebuke, giveth wisdom, but, a youth unrestrained, bringeth shame to his mother.
The Proverbs of Solomon: A wise son, maketh a glad father, but, a foolish son, is the grief of his mother.
A vexation to his father, is the son that is a dullard, and a bitterness, to her that bare him.
Engulfing ruin to his father, is a son that is a dullard, - and, a continuous dripping, are the contentions of a wife.
He that ruineth his father, and chaseth away his mother, is a son causing shame and reproach.
He that begetteth a dullard, it is to his own grief, neither can the father of the base, rejoice.
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Then was the king deeply moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept, - and, thus, he said as he went - O my son Absolom, my son - my son - Absolom! could, I, but have died in thy stead, O Absolom, my son - my son!
He that keepeth instruction, is a son with discernment, but, a companion of squanderers, bringeth shame to his father.
A rod with rebuke, giveth wisdom, but, a youth unrestrained, bringeth shame to his mother.
The Proverbs of Solomon: A wise son, maketh a glad father, but, a foolish son, is the grief of his mother.
A vexation to his father, is the son that is a dullard, and a bitterness, to her that bare him.
Engulfing ruin to his father, is a son that is a dullard, - and, a continuous dripping, are the contentions of a wife.
He that ruineth his father, and chaseth away his mother, is a son causing shame and reproach.
He that begetteth a dullard, it is to his own grief, neither can the father of the base, rejoice.
Parents » Those that parent fools
Engulfing ruin to his father, is a son that is a dullard, - and, a continuous dripping, are the contentions of a wife.
He that begetteth a dullard, it is to his own grief, neither can the father of the base, rejoice.
Sorrow » Godly » Parents
Then was the king deeply moved, and went up to the chamber over the gate, and wept, - and, thus, he said as he went - O my son Absolom, my son - my son - Absolom! could, I, but have died in thy stead, O Absolom, my son - my son!
He that keepeth instruction, is a son with discernment, but, a companion of squanderers, bringeth shame to his father.
A rod with rebuke, giveth wisdom, but, a youth unrestrained, bringeth shame to his mother.
The Proverbs of Solomon: A wise son, maketh a glad father, but, a foolish son, is the grief of his mother.
A vexation to his father, is the son that is a dullard, and a bitterness, to her that bare him.
Engulfing ruin to his father, is a son that is a dullard, - and, a continuous dripping, are the contentions of a wife.
He that ruineth his father, and chaseth away his mother, is a son causing shame and reproach.
He that begetteth a dullard, it is to his own grief, neither can the father of the base, rejoice.
Sorrow » Who shall have sorrow
Many pains, hath the lawless one, - But, he that trusteth in Yahweh, Lovingkindness, shall compass him about.
Who hath woe? Who hath outcry of pain? Who hath contentions? Who hath complaining? Who hath needless wounds? Who hath dullness of eyes? They who tarry over wine, they who go in to search for mixed wine.
For, a root of all the vices, is the love of money, which, some, being eager for, have been seduced from the faith, and have pierced, themselves, about with many pangs.
He that begetteth a dullard, it is to his own grief, neither can the father of the base, rejoice.
My Lord Yahweh, hath given unto me the tongue of the instructed, That I should know how to succour the fainting, with discourse, - He kept wakening - morning by morning. He kept wakening mine ear, to hearken as do the instructed; My Lord, Yahweh, opened mine ear, And, I, was not rebellious, - Away, turned I not: My back, gave I to smiters, and My cheeks, to them who pulled out the beard, - My face, hid I not from insult and spitting. read more.
Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, - Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame. At hand, is one who can justify me. Who will contend with me? let, us stand forth together, - Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me! Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them. Who among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant, - That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God. Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts, - Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire. And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.
Because, My Lord, Yahweh, would help me, Therefore was I not deterred by insult, - Therefore did I set my face like flint, And I knew that I should not be put to shame. At hand, is one who can justify me. Who will contend with me? let, us stand forth together, - Who can accuse me? let him draw near to me! Lo! My Lord, Yahweh, will help me, Who is he that shall prove me lawless? Lo! they all, as a garment, shall fall to pieces, the moth shall consume them. Who among you, revereth Yahweh, Hearkening unto the voice of his Servant, - That hath walked in dark places And hath had no gleam of light? Let him trust in the name of Yahweh, And lean upon his God. Lo! all ye that kindle a fire, That gird yourselves with fiery darts, - Walk ye in the blaze of your own fire. And in the fiery darts ye have kindled, At my hand, hath this befallen you, In sorrow, shall ye lie down.
But, ye are they - Who forsake Yahweh Who forget my holy mountain - Who prepare, for Fortune, a table and Who fill for Destiny, mixed wine; Therefore will I destine you to the sword, And, ye all, to the slaughter, shall bow down. Because I called and ye answered not, I spake, and ye hearkened not, - But did that which was wicked in mine eyes, And o that wherein I delighted not, ye made choice, Therefore, Thus, saith My Lord, Yahweh, - Lo! my servants, shall eat but, ye, shall be famished, Lo! my servants, shall drink but, ye shall be thirsty, - Lo! my servants, shall rejoice but ye, shall turn pale; read more.
Lo! my servants, shall shout in triumph for mirth of heart But, ye, shall make outcry, for pain of heart, And for a breaking of spirit, shall ye howl.
Lo! my servants, shall shout in triumph for mirth of heart But, ye, shall make outcry, for pain of heart, And for a breaking of spirit, shall ye howl.