When my father and my mother forsake me, then Yahweh will take me up.

When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.

For whoever does the will of God, the same is my brother, and my sister, and mother.

For whosoever shall do the will of God, the same is my brother, and my sister, and mother.

and that you will save alive my father, my mother, my brothers, and my sisters, and all that they have, and will deliver our lives from death.

For whoever does the will of my Father who is in heaven, he is my brother, and sister, and mother.

And that ye will save alive my father, and my mother, and my brethren, and my sisters, and all that they have, and deliver our lives from death.

For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother.

David went there to Mizpeh of Moab, and he said to the king of Moab, Please let my father and my mother come out with you, until I know what God will do for me.

He left the oxen, and ran after Elijah, and said, Let me please kiss my father and my mother, and then I will follow you. He said to him, Go back again for what have I done to you?

And David went thence to Mizpeh of Moab and he said unto the king of Moab, Let my father and my mother, I pray thee, come forth, and be with you, till I know what God will do for me.

And he left the oxen, and ran after Elijah, and said, Let me, I pray thee, kiss my father and my mother, and then I will follow thee. And he said unto him, Go back again for what have I done to thee?

Please let your servant turn back again, that I may die in my own city, by the grave of my father and my mother. But behold, your servant Chimham let him go over with my lord the king and do to him what shall seem good to you.

Let thy servant, I pray thee, turn back again, that I may die in mine own city, and be buried by the grave of my father and of my mother. But behold thy servant Chimham let him go over with my lord the king and do to him what shall seem good unto thee.

Samson's wife wept before him, and said, You just hate me, and don't love me. You have put forth a riddle to the children of my people, and haven't told it me. He said to her, Behold, I haven't told it my father nor my mother, and shall I tell you?

And Samson's wife wept before him, and said, Thou dost but hate me, and lovest me not thou hast put forth a riddle unto the children of my people, and hast not told it me. And he said unto her, Behold, I have not told it my father nor my mother, and shall I tell it thee?

And my mother, brave lady, was partly to blame, taking me to the New York Natural History Museum, buying me books on snakes, and then starting this infamous career of mine, which has culminated in of course, arriving in India 60 years ago, brought by my mother, Doris Norden, and my stepfather, Rama Chattopadhyaya.