Verse 3
Job 30:3
King James Version
3
For want and famine
they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste.
Original Language Text
hebrew
בְּ/חֶ֥סֶר וּ/בְ/כָפָ֗ן גַּ֫לְמ֥וּד הַֽ/עֹרְקִ֥ים צִיָּ֑ה אֶ֝֗מֶשׁ שׁוֹאָ֥ה וּ/מְשֹׁאָֽה
English Translation
In the absence and in the fateful hour, the naked bodies are a horror and a desolation.
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Chapter 30 Context
1
But now
they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to ha...
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Yea, whereto
might the strength of their hands
profit
me, in whom old age was perished?
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3
For want and famine
they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and wast...
4
Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots
for their meat.
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5
They were driven forth from among
men, (they cried after them as
after a thief;)
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To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys,
in caves of the earth, and
in the rocks.
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7
Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together.
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8
They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
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9
And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
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10
They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
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11
Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
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12
Upon
my right
hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of...
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13
They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
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14
They came
upon me as a wide breaking in
of waters:
in the desolation they rolled themselves
upon me...
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15
Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
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16
And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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17
My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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18
By the great force
of my disease is my garment changed: it bindeth me about as the collar of my coat...
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19
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 hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me
not.
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21
Thou art become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
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22
Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride
upon it,
and dissolvest my substance.
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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
Howbeit he will not stretch out
his hand to the grave, though they cry in his destruction.
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25
Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was
not my soul grieved for the poor?
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26
When I looked for good, then evil came
unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
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27
My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me.
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28
I went mourning without the sun: I stood up,
and I cried in the congregation.
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29
I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
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30
My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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31
My harp also is
turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
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