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Job 17:14
If I cry to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My Mother,’ or ‘My sister,’
Job 31:18
but from my youth I raised the orphan like a father, and from my mother’s womb I guided the widow!
Psalms 22:10
I have been dependent on you since birth; from the time I came out of my mother’s womb you have been my God.
Psalms 51:5
Look, I was guilty of sin from birth, a sinner the moment my mother conceived me.
Psalms 69:8
My own brothers treat me like a stranger; they act as if I were a foreigner.
Psalms 139:13
Certainly you made my mind and heart; you wove me together in my mother’s womb.
Proverbs 4:3
When I was a son to my father, a tender only child before my mother,
Ezra 2:57
the descendants of Shephatiah, the descendants of Hattil, the descendants of Pokereth-Hazzebaim, and the descendants of Ami.
Psalms 22:9
Yes, you are the one who brought me out from the womb and made me feel secure on my mother’s breasts.
Psalms 71:6
I have leaned on you since birth; you pulled me from my mother’s womb. I praise you continually.
The Song of Songs 8:2
I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house, the one who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.
Jeremiah 20:14
Cursed be the day I was born! May that day not be blessed when my mother gave birth to me.
Jeremiah 20:17
For he did not kill me before I came from the womb, making my pregnant mother’s womb my grave forever.
Genesis 20:12
What’s more, she is indeed my sister, my father’s daughter, but not my mother’s daughter. She became my wife.
Joshua 2:13
that you will spare the lives of my father, mother, brothers, sisters, and all who belong to them, and rescue us from death.”
Judges 8:19
He said, “They were my brothers, the sons of my mother. I swear, as surely as the
Job 1:21
He said, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will return there. The
The Song of Songs 1:6
Do not stare at me because I am dark, for the sun has burned my skin. My brothers were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards. Alas, my own vineyard I could not keep!
The Beloved to Her Lover: Oh, how I wish you were my little brother, nursing at my mother’s breasts; if I saw you outside, I could kiss you – surely no one would despise me!
Isaiah 49:1