Verse 10

Job 30:10

Literal Standard Version

10 They have detested me, || They have kept far from me, || And from before me have not spared to spit.
Original Language Text
hebrew
תִּֽ֭עֲבוּ/נִי רָ֣חֲקוּ מֶ֑/נִּי וּ֝/מִ/פָּנַ֗/י לֹא חָ֥שְׂכוּ רֹֽק
English Translation
They have turned away from me and do not spare my face; they have not withheld the rain.
AI translation from hebrew via gpt-4o-mini
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Chapter 30 Context
1 “And now, laughed at me, || Have the younger in days than I, || Whose fathers I have loathed to set... Focus ↗
2 Also—the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them old age has perished. Focus ↗
3 With want and with harsh famine, || They are gnawing a dry place in the recent night, || In desolati... Focus ↗
4 Those cropping mallows near a shrub, || And their food is root of broom trees. Focus ↗
5 They are cast out from the midst || (They shout against them as a thief), Focus ↗
6 To dwell in a frightful place of valleys, || Holes of earth and clefts. Focus ↗
7 They groan among shrubs, || They are gathered together under nettles. Focus ↗
8 Sons of folly—even sons without name, || They have been struck from the land. Focus ↗
9 And now, I have been their song, || And I am to them for a byword. Focus ↗
10 They have detested me, || They have kept far from me, || And from before me have not spared to spit.
11 Because He loosed His cord and afflicts me, || And the bridle from before me, || They have cast away... Focus ↗
12 A brood arises on the right hand, || They have cast away my feet, || And they raise up against me, |... Focus ↗
13 They have broken down my path, || They profit by my calamity: He has no helper. Focus ↗
14 They come as a wide breach, || Under the desolation have rolled themselves. Focus ↗
15 He has turned terrors against me, || It pursues my abundance as the wind, || And as a thick cloud, |... Focus ↗
16 And now, in me my soul pours itself out, || Days of affliction seize me. Focus ↗
17 At night my bone has been pierced in me, || And my gnawing pain does not lie down. Focus ↗
18 By the abundance of power, || Is my clothing changed, || As the mouth of my coat it girds me. Focus ↗
19 Casting me into mire, || And I have become like dust and ashes. Focus ↗
20 I cry to You, || And You do not answer me, I have stood, and You consider me. Focus ↗
21 You are turned to be fierce to me, || With the strength of Your hand, || You oppress me. Focus ↗
22 You lift me up, || You cause me to ride on the wind, || And You melt—You level me. Focus ↗
23 For I have known You bring me back to death, || And to the house appointed for all living. Focus ↗
24 Surely not against the heap || Does He send forth the hand, || Though they have safety in its ruin. Focus ↗
25 Did I not weep for him whose day is hard? My soul has grieved for the needy. Focus ↗
26 When I expected good, then comes evil, || And I wait for light, and darkness comes. Focus ↗
27 My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, || Days of affliction have gone before me. Focus ↗
28 I have gone mourning without the sun, || I have risen, I cry in an assembly. Focus ↗
29 I have been a brother to dragons, || And a companion to daughters of the ostrich. Focus ↗
30 My skin has been black on me, || And my bone has burned from heat, Focus ↗
31 And my harp becomes mourning, || And my pipe the sound of weeping.” Focus ↗