Verse 8
Job 30:8
English Revised Version
8
They are children of fools, yea, children of base men; they were scourged out of the land.
Original Language Text
hebrew
בְּֽנֵי נָ֭בָל גַּם בְּנֵ֣י בְלִי שֵׁ֑ם נִ֝כְּא֗וּ מִן הָ/אָֽרֶץ
English Translation
The sons of the wicked also are removed from the land.
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 disdained to set with the...
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Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? men in whom ripe age is perished.
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They are gaunt with want and famine; they gnaw the dry ground; in the gloom of wasteness and desolat...
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They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; and the roots of the broom are their meat.
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They are driven forth from the midst of men; they cry after them as after a thief.
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In the clefts of the valleys must they dwell, in holes of the earth and of the rocks.
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Among the bushes they bray; under the nettles they are gathered together.
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They are children of fools, yea, children of base men; they were scourged out of the land.
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And now I am become their song, yea, I am a byword unto them.
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10
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
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11
For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me, and they have cast off the bridle before me.
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12
Upon my right hand rise the rabble; they thrust aside my feet, and they cast up against me their way...
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They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, even men that have no helper.
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14
As through a wide breach they come: in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
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15
Terrors are turned upon me, they chase mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away as a c...
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16
And now my soul is poured out within me; days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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17
In the night season my bones are pierced in me, and the pains that gnaw me take no rest.
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By the great force of my disease is my garment disfigured: it bindeth me about as the collar of my c...
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He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
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20
I cry unto thee, and thou dost not answer me: I stand up, and thou lookest at me.
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21
Thou art turned to be cruel to me: with the might of thy hand thou persecutest me.
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22
Thou liftest me up to the wind, thou causest me to ride upon it; and thou dissolvest me in the storm...
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23
For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
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24
Surely against a ruinous heap he will not put forth his hand; though it be in his destruction, one m...
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25
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the needy?
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26
When I looked for good, then evil came; and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
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27
My bowels boil, and rest not; days of affliction are come upon me.
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I go mourning without the sun: I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
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I am a brother to jackals, and a companion to ostriches.
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My skin is black, and falleth from me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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31
Therefore is my harp turned to mourning, and my pipe into the voice of them that weep.
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