Quotes About Motherhood

Then the woman whose son was alive spoke to the king because she yearned with compassion for her son. “Please, my lord,” she said, “give her the living baby. Do not kill him!” But the other woman said, “He will be neither mine nor yours. Cut him in two!”

Then the king gave his ruling: “Give the living baby to the first woman. By no means should you kill him; she is his mother.”

But Elijah said to her, “Give me your son.” So he took him from her arms, carried him to the upper room where he was staying, and laid him on his own bed.

And Elisha declared, “At this time next year, you will hold a son in your arms.” “No, my lord,” she said. “Do not lie to your maidservant, O man of God.”

But the woman did conceive, and at that time the next year she gave birth to a son, just as Elisha had told her.

Then she said, “Did I ask you for a son, my lord? Didnít I say, ëDo not deceive me?í”

Then the king asked her, “What is the matter?” And she answered, “This woman said to me, ëGive up your son, that we may eat him, and tomorrow we will eat my son.í

So we boiled my son and ate him, and the next day I said to her, ëGive up your son, that we may eat him.í But she had hidden her son.”

Abigail was the mother of Amasa, whose father was Jether the Ishmaelite.

Jerahmeel had another wife named Atarah, who was the mother of Onam.

Calebís concubine Maacah was the mother of Sheber and Tirhanah.

She was also the mother of Shaaph father of Madmannah, and of Sheva father of Machbenah and Gibea. Calebís daughter was Acsah.

“Do you know when mountain goats give birth? Have you watched the doe bear her fawn?

They crouch down and bring forth their young; they deliver their newborn.

Yet You brought me forth from the womb; You made me secure at my motherís breast.

He settles the barren woman in her home as a joyful mother to her children. Hallelujah!

These are the words of King Lemuel—the burden that his mother taught him:

Her children rise up and call her blessed; her husband praises her as well:

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

Who is this coming up from the wilderness, leaning on her beloved? I roused you under the apple tree; there your mother conceived you; there she travailed and brought you forth.

“Can a woman forget her nursing child, or lack compassion for the son of her womb? Even if she could forget, I will not forget you!

Among all the sons she bore, there is no one to guide her; among all the sons she brought up, there is no one to take her hand.

so that you may nurse and be satisfied at her comforting breasts; you may drink deeply and delight yourselves in her glorious abundance.

As a mother comforts her son, so will I comfort you, and you will be consoled over Jerusalem.”