Talált 332 Eredmények: Mother
Shall he who robs father or mother make light of it? He is next door to a murderer. (Proverbs 28, 24)
Wisdom comes of reproof, comes of the rod; leave a child to go its own way, and a mother’s care is wasted. (Proverbs 29, 15)
Proud looks, that tell of a father mocked, a mother’s pangs despised! That eye the ravens shall pick out on the hill-side, the vulture’s brood shall prey on it. (Proverbs 30, 17)
Here are words of king Lamuel; here is revelation his mother made known to him for his instruction. (Proverbs 31, 1)
Naked he came, when he left his mother’s womb, and naked still death finds him; nothing to show for all his long endeavour. (Ecclesiastes 5, 14)
then, when I had scarce left them, I found him, so tenderly loved; and now that he is mine I will never leave him, never let him go, till I have brought him into my own mother’s house, into the room that saw my birth. (Song of Solomon 3, 4)
Come out, maidens of Sion, and see king Solomon wearing the crown that was his mother’s gift to him on his day of triumph, the day of his betrothal. (Song of Solomon 3, 11)
One there is beyond compare; for me, none so gentle, none so pure! Only once her mother travailed; she would have no darling but this. Maid was none that saw her but called her blessed; queen was none, nor concubine, but spoke in her praise. (Song of Solomon 6, 8)
Would that thou wert my brother, nursed at my own mother’s breast! Then I could meet thee in the open street and kiss thee, and earn no contemptuous looks.✻ (Song of Solomon 8, 1)
To my mother’s house I will lead thee, my captive; there thou shalt teach me my lessons, and I will give thee spiced wine to drink, fresh brewed from my pomegranates. (Song of Solomon 8, 2)
Who is this that makes her way up by the desert road, all gaily clad, leaning upon the arm of her true love?✻ When I came and woke thee, it was under the apple-tree, the same where sore distress overtook thy own mother, where she that bore thee had her hour of shame. (Song of Solomon 8, 5)
What of myself? Was not Solomon a mortal man like the rest of you, come down from that first man that was a thing of clay?✻ I, too, was flesh and blood; ten months I lay a-fashioning in my mother’s womb; (Wisdom of Solomon 7, 1)
