and then say, "Alas, why hated I nurture? Why did my heart despise correction?

My son, why wilt thou have pleasure in a harlot, and embrace the bosom of another woman?

Why wilt thou set thine eye upon the thing, which suddenly vanisheth away? For riches make themselves wings, and take their flight like an Eagle into the air.

And why? The wicked hath nothing to hope for, and the candle of the ungodly shall be put out.

To have respect of persons in judgment is not good: And why? He will do wrong; yea, even for a piece of bread.