Loathe

Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

I loathe it; I would not live alway: let me alone; for my days are vanity.

My son, despise not the chastening of the LORD; neither be weary of his correction:

• Character

And there shall ye remember your ways, and all your doings, wherein ye have been defiled; and ye shall lothe yourselves in your own sight for all your evils that ye have committed.

Then shall ye remember your own evil ways, and your doings that were not good, and shall lothe yourselves in your own sight for your iniquities and for your abominations.

And the people spake against God, and against Moses, Wherefore have ye brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? for there is no bread, neither is there any water; and our soul loatheth this light bread.

• Job
• Death

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

The full soul loatheth an honeycomb; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

I beheld the transgressors, and was grieved; because they kept not thy word.

For that which I do I allow not: for what I would, that do I not; but what I hate, that do I.

I hate, I despise your feast days, and I will not smell in your solemn assemblies.

The Lord GOD hath sworn by himself, saith the LORD the God of hosts, I abhor the excellency of Jacob, and hate his palaces: therefore will I deliver up the city with all that is therein.

• Heart

And they that escape of you shall remember me among the nations whither they shall be carried captives, because I am broken with their whorish heart, which hath departed from me, and with their eyes, which go a whoring after their idols: and they shall lothe themselves for the evils which they have committed in all their abominations.

• Falsehood

And Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth: if Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these which are of the daughters of the land, what good shall my life do me?

Wherefore I abhor myself, and repent in dust and ashes.

So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

And others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire; hating even the garment spotted by the flesh.

But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;

Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.

• Heart

Forty years long was I grieved with this generation, and said, It is a people that do err in their heart, and they have not known my ways:

Unto whom I sware in my wrath that they should not enter into my rest.