Proverbs

A son honoureth his father, and a servant his master: if then I be a father, where is mine honour? and if I be a master, where is my fear? saith the Lord of hosts unto you, O priests, that despise my name. And ye say, Wherein have we despised thy name?

Whoso curseth his father or his mother, his lamp shall be put out in obscure darkness.

The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.

Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.

There is a generation that are pure in their own eyes, and yet is not washed from their filthiness.