Ma'anar ƙamus na kalmar "ƙi" shine jin ƙiyayya ko ƙiyayya ga wani ko wani abu. Kalma ce da ake yawan amfani da ita don bayyana mummunan ji ko ƙiyayya ga wani ko wani abu. Ma’anar “ƙiyayya” sun haɗa da ƙiyayya, ƙiyayya, ƙiyayya, kyama, da ƙazanta.
Thou whose injustice hath supplied the cause That makes me quit the weary life I loathe, As by this wounded bosom thou canst see How willingly thy victim I become, Let not my death, if haply worth a tear, Cloud the clear heaven that dwells in thy bright eyes I would not have thee expiate in aught The crime of having made my heart thy prey But rather let thy laughter gaily ring And prove my death to be thy festival.
I loathe the voice that demeans you, the hand that cheats you, the life you must struggle through.
As her fear prickled her flesh and brought on cold sweats, she could only loathe herself for that terror.
Loathe as Pandora would be to ever be within a league of Zeus, she would love to see that.
Loathe the Secret Police but love The Great Leader.
I loathe funeral rituals because my lack of a heart makes these ceremonies so damn awkward!
I might fear them, I might loathe the very thought of them, but I would not kill them for it.
Worse yet, I loathe myself for not proposing when I wanted.
I was, in fact, beginning to shudder at the presence of this being, this Un-Dead, as Van Helsing called it, and to loathe it.
