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Job 6:7 - American Standard Version (1901)

7 My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 The things that my soul refused to touch Are as my sorrowful meat.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 [These afflictions] my soul refuses to touch! Such things are like diseased food to me [sickening and repugnant]!

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Common English Bible

7 I refuse to touch them; they resemble food for the sick.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 The things that my soul was unwilling to touch before, now, because of anguish, are my foods.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 The things which before my soul would not touch, now, through anguish are my meats.

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Job 6:7
11 পৰস্পৰ সংযোগসমূহ  

I ate no pleasant bread, neither came flesh nor wine into my mouth, neither did I anoint myself at all, till three whole weeks were fulfilled.


Moreover he said unto me, Son of man, behold, I will break the staff of bread in Jerusalem: and they shall eat bread by weight, and with fearfulness; and they shall drink water by measure, and in dismay:


Then said I, Ah Lord Jehovah! behold, my soul hath not been polluted; for from my youth up even till now have I not eaten of that which dieth of itself, or is torn of beasts; neither came there abominable flesh into my mouth.


For I have eaten ashes like bread, And mingled my drink with weeping,


For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.


and say, Thus saith the king, Put this fellow in the prison, and feed him with bread of affliction and with water of affliction, until I come in peace.


And she said, As Jehovah thy God liveth, I have not a cake, but a handful of meal in the jar, and a little oil in the cruse: and, behold, I am gathering two sticks, that I may go in and dress it for me and my son, that we may eat it, and die.


Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?


Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!


So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.


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