Psalm 107:18 - Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

¹⁸ All kind of meat their soul abhors; they to death's gates draw near.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹⁸ Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; And they draw near unto the gates of death.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹⁸ They loathe every kind of food, and they draw near to the gates of death.

American Standard Version (1901)

¹⁸ Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.

Common English Bible

¹⁸ They had absolutely no appetite for food; they had arrived at death’s gates.

Psalm 107:18 Referencias Cruzadas

Psalm 88:3

For troubles great do fill my soul; my life draws nigh the grave.

Psalm 9:13

Lord, pity me; behold the grief which I from foes sustain; Ev'n thou, who from the gates of death dost raise me up again;