Proverbs 4:3
For when I my selfe was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother:
For when I my selfe was my fathers deare sonne, and tenderly beloued of my mother:
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4He taught me also and sayde vnto me, let thyne heart receaue my wordes, kepe my commaundementes and thou shalt liue.
8My sonne, heare thy fathers doctrine, & forsake not the lawe of thy mother:
17If I haue eaten my morsell alone, that ye fatherlesse hath not eaten therof:
18(For from my youth it hath growen vp with me as with a father, and from my mothers wombe I haue ben guyde to the wydowe)
1Heare O ye chyldren a fatherly instruction, & take good heede, that ye may learne vnderstanding.
2For I haue geuen you a good doctrine, forsake not ye my lawe.
20My sonne, kepe thy fathers commaundement, and forsake not the lawe of thy mother:
30I was with him ordring all thinges, deliting dayly and reioysyng alway before hym.
31As for the rounde compasse of this worlde I make it ioyfull: for my delite is to be among the chyldren of men.
32Therefore hearken vnto me: O ye chyldren, blessed are they that kepe my wayes.
4So when I was a litle past them, I founde him whom my soule loueth: I haue gotten holde vpon hym, and wyll not let him go, vntyll I bryng him into my mothers house, and into her chaumber that bare me.
4Wylt thou not herafter say vnto me, O my father, thou art he that hast brought me vp, and led me from my youth?
25Do so that thy father and mother may be glad of thee, and that she that bare thee may reioyce.
26My sonne geue me thyne heart, and let thyne eyes haue pleasure in my wayes:
11My sonne be wyse, and make me a glad heart, that I may make aunswere vnto my rebukers.
1O that I might finde thee without and kisse thee, whom I loue as my brother whiche suckt my mothers brestes, and that thou shalt not be dispised,
2I wyll leade thee and bryng thee into my mothers house, that thou myghtest teache me, and that I myght geue thee drynke of the spiced wine, and of the sweete sappe of my pomegranates.
2What my sonne? what the sonne of my body? and what O my deare beloued sonne?
1My sonne, forget not thou my lawe, but see that thine heart kepe my commaundementes:
15My sonne if thy heart receaue wysdome, my heart also shall reioyce:
8Nowe therfore my sonne heare my voyce in that which I comaunde thee.
13I wilbe his father, and he shalbe my sonne, and I will not take my mercie away from him, as I toke it from hym that was before thee.
12For whom the Lorde loueth, him he chasteneth, and yet deliteth in him, euen as a father in his owne sonne.
14I will be his father, and he shalbe my sonne: If he sinne, I will chasten him with the rodde of men, and with the plagues of the children of men.
4As it stoode with me when I was young, when God prospered my house:
5When the almightie was yet with me, when my children stoode about me:
10Heare my sonne, and receaue my wordes, and the yeres of thy life shalbe many.
11I haue shewed thee the way of wysdome, & led thee into the right pathes.
10For my father and mother forsoke me: and God did take me vp.
6Through thee haue I ben mayntayned euer since I was borne: thou art he that toke me out of my mothers wombe, my praise shalbe alway of thee.
14I kept them company whersoeuer they went, as though they had ben my frende or brother: I went heauyly, as one that mourned for his mother.
1A wyse sonne maketh a glad father: but an vndiscrete sonne is an heauinesse vnto his mother.
9But thou art he that tokest me out of my mothers wombe: thou causedst me to trust in thee, suckyng my mothers breastes.
10I haue ben left vnto thee euer since I was borne: thou art my God euen from my mothers wombe.
10Because it shut not vp the doores of my mothers wombe, nor hyd sorowe from myne eyes.
5Beholde, I was ingendred in iniquitie: and in sinne my mother conceaued me.
16I was a father to the poore: and when I knewe not the cause, I sought it out diligently.
1My sonne kepe my words, and lay vp my commaundements by thee.
22Geue eare vnto thy father that begat thee, and despise not thy mother when she is olde.
1When Israel was young, I loued him, and called my sonne out of the lande of Egypt.
16Or why was not I hyd, as a thing borne out of tune, either as young children which neuer sawe the light?
19I haue thought thus: howe shall I take thee to be my children, and geue a pleasaunt lande for thine heritage, yea and a goodly hoast of the heathen? And I sayd, Call me father, and shrincke not from me.
19And he said vnto his father: My head, my head. And he saide to a lad: Cary him to his mother.
25An vndiscrete sonne is a griefe vnto his father: and an heauinesse vnto his mother.
7Heare me nowe therefore O ye chyldren, and depart not from the wordes of my mouth.
20My sonne marke my wordes, and encline thyne eare vnto my sayinges:
1My sonne, if thou wylt receaue my wordes, and lay vp my commaundementes within thee,
17Why sluest thou not me assoone as I came out of my mothers wombe? or that my mother had ben my graue her selfe, that the byrth might not haue come out, but remayned still in her?
1My sonne geue heede vnto my wisdome, and bowe thyne eare vnto my prudence:
20A wyse sonne maketh a glad father: but a foolishe man dispiseth his mother.