“They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face. All the wicked 'fly far' from Holy Church, not by the paces of footsteps, but by the characters of practices; they fly far not in place, but desert, whereas, pride gaining ground, they contemn her with open upbraiding. For 'to spit in his face' is…”
Gregory the Dialogist, 7th c. — Morals on the Book of Job, Book XX
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10They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.
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8They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
9And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
— Job 30:10 —
11Because he hath loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me.
12Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.