אֵם

He brought up Hadassah, that is, Esther, his uncle’s daughter; for she had neither father nor mother. The maiden was fair and beautiful; and when her father and mother were dead, Mordecai took her for his own daughter.

He said, “Naked I came out of my mother’s womb, and naked will I return there. Yahweh gave, and Yahweh has taken away. Blessed be Yahweh’s name.”

if I have said to corruption, ‘You are my father;’ to the worm, ‘My mother,’ and ‘My sister,’

(no, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, I have guided her from my mother’s womb);

But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust while at my mother’s breasts.

I was thrown on you from my mother’s womb. You are my God since my mother bore me.

When my father and my mother forsake me, then Yahweh will take me up.

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.

You sit and speak against your brother. You slander your own mother’s son.

Behold, I was born in iniquity. My mother conceived me in sin.

I have become a stranger to my brothers, an alien to my mother’s children.

I have relied on you from the womb. You are he who took me out of my mother’s womb. I will always praise you.

Let the iniquity of his fathers be remembered by Yahweh. Don’t let the sin of his mother be blotted out.

He settles the barren woman in her home as a joyful mother of children. Praise Yah!

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

My son, listen to your father’s instruction, and don’t forsake your mother’s teaching:

For I was a son to my father, tender and an only child in the sight of my mother.

My son, keep your father’s commandment, and don’t forsake your mother’s teaching.

The proverbs of Solomon. A wise son makes a glad father; but a foolish son brings grief to his mother.

A wise son makes a father glad, but a foolish man despises his mother.

He who robs his father and drives away his mother, is a son who causes shame and brings reproach.

Whoever curses his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in blackness of darkness.

Listen to your father who gave you life, and don’t despise your mother when she is old.

Let your father and your mother be glad! Let her who bore you rejoice!

Whoever robs his father or his mother and says, “It’s not wrong,” is a partner with a destroyer.

The rod of correction gives wisdom, but a child left to himself causes shame to his mother.

There is a generation that curses their father, and doesn’t bless their mother.

“The eye that mocks at his father, and scorns obedience to his mother: the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, the young eagles shall eat it.

The words of king Lemuel; the revelation which his mother taught him.

As he came out of his mother’s womb, naked shall he go again as he came, and shall take nothing for his labor, which he may carry away in his hand.

Don’t stare at me because I am dark, because the sun has scorched me. My mother’s sons were angry with me. They made me keeper of the vineyards. I haven’t kept my own vineyard.

I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother’s house, into the room of her who conceived me.

Go out, you daughters of Zion, and see king Solomon, with the crown with which his mother has crowned him, in the day of his weddings, in the day of the gladness of his heart.

My dove, my perfect one, is unique. She is her mother’s only daughter. She is the favorite one of her who bore her. The daughters saw her, and called her blessed. The queens and the concubines saw her, and they praised her.

Oh that you were like my brother, who nursed from the breasts of my mother! If I found you outside, I would kiss you; yes, and no one would despise me.

I would lead you, bringing you into the house of my mother, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.

Who is this who comes up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? Under the apple tree I aroused you. There your mother conceived you. There she was in labor and bore you.

For before the child knows how to say, ‘My father,’ and, ‘My mother,’ the riches of Damascus and the plunder of Samaria will be carried away by the king of Assyria.”

Listen, islands, to me. Listen, you peoples, from afar: Yahweh has called me from the womb; from the inside of my mother, he has mentioned my name.