In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not.

Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table.

Lo, children are an heritage of the Lord: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them: they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.