Chasten thy son while there is hope, and let not thy soul spare for his crying

O lord, rebuke me not in thy wrath: neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

Enlarge the place of thy tent, and let them stretch forth the curtains of thine habitations: spare not, lengthen thy cords, and strengthen thy stakes; / For thou shalt break forth on the right hand and on the left; and thy seed shall inherit the Gentiles, and make the desolate cities to be inhabited.

What, my son? and what, the son of my womb? and what, the son of my vows? / Give not thy strength unto women, nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings.

Be surety for thy servant for good: let not the proud oppress me.

Keep back thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent from the great transgression.