Verse 2
Job 30:2
Noah Webster Bible
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Yes, to what might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age had perished?
Original Language Text
hebrew
גַּם כֹּ֣חַ יְ֭דֵי/הֶם לָ֣/מָּה לִּ֑/י עָ֝לֵ֗י/מוֹ אָ֣בַד כָּֽלַח
English Translation
Their hands also have power over me; I am lost like a flower.
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 s...
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Yes, to what might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age had perished?
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For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and wast...
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Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their food.
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They were driven forth from among men , (they cried after them, as after a thief;)
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To dwell in the clefts of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks.
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Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were collected.
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They were children of fools, yes, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
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And now I am their song, yes, I am their by-word.
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They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
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Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
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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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They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
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They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters : in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me...
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Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.
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And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
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My bones are pierced in me in the night season: and my sinews take no rest.
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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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He hath cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.
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I cry to thee, and thou dost not hear me: I stand up, and thou regardest me not .
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Thou hast become cruel to me: with thy strong hand thou opposest thyself against me.
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Thou liftest me up to the wind; thou causest me to ride upon it , and dissolvest my substance.
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For I know that thou wilt bring me to death, and to the house appointed for all living.
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Yet 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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When I looked for good, then evil came: and when I waited for light, there came darkness.
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My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction came upon me.
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I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
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I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls.
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My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
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My harp also is turned to mourning, and my organ into the voice of them that weep.
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