Verse 24
Job 30:24
Darby Translation
24
Indeed, no prayer [availeth] when he stretcheth out [his] hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.
Original Language Text
hebrew
אַ֣ךְ לֹא בְ֭/עִי יִשְׁלַח יָ֑ד אִם בְּ֝/פִיד֗/וֹ לָהֶ֥ן שֽׁוּעַ
English Translation
But he will not send a hand if in his keep there is a shout.
AI translation from hebrew via gpt-4o-mini
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Chapter 30 Context
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But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to se...
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Yea, whereto [should] the strength of their hands [profit] me, [men] in whom vigour hath perished?
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Withered up through want and hunger, they flee into waste places long since desolate and desert:
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They gather the salt-wort among the bushes, and the roots of the broom for their food.
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They are driven forth from among [men] they cry after them as after a thief
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To dwell in gloomy gorges, in caves of the earth and the rocks:
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They bray among the bushes; under the brambles they are gathered together:
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Sons of fools, and sons of nameless sires, they are driven out of the land.
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And now I am their song, yea, I am their byword.
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They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, yea, they spare not to spit in my face.
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For he hath loosed my cord and afflicted me; so they cast off the bridle before me.
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At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their perni...
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They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, without any to help them;
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They come in as through a wide breach: amid the confusion they roll themselves onward.
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Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away li...
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And now my soul is poured out in me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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The night pierceth through my bones [and detacheth them] from me, and my gnawing pains take no rest:
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By their great force they have become my raiment; they bind me about as the collar of my coat.
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He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
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I cry unto thee, and thou answerest me not; I stand up, and thou lookest at me.
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Thou art changed to a cruel one to me; with the strength of thy hand thou pursuest me.
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Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to be borne away, and dissolvest my substance.
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For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and into the house of assemblage for all living.
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24
Indeed, no prayer [availeth] when he stretcheth out [his] hand: though they cry when he destroyeth.
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Did not I weep for him whose days were hard? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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For I expected good, and there came evil; and I waited for light, but there came darkness.
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My bowels well up, and rest not; days of affliction have confronted me.
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I go about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand up, I cry in the congregation.
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I am become a brother to jackals, and a companion of ostriches.
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My skin is become black [and falleth] off me, and my bones are parched with heat.
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31
My harp also is [turned] to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of weepers.
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