"So now, when I return to your servant my father, and the boy is not with us -- his very life is bound up in his son's life.

So the people took their dough before the yeast was added, with their kneading troughs bound up in their clothing on their shoulders.

Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline will drive it far from him.

Who has ascended into heaven, and then descended? Who has gathered up the winds in his fists? Who has bound up the waters in his cloak? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son's name? -- if you know!