Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.
Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; And they draw near unto the gates of death.
They loathe every kind of food, and they draw near to the gates of death.
Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.
They had absolutely no appetite for food; they had arrived at death’s gates.
Have the gates of death been opened unto thee? Or hast thou seen the doors of the shadow of death?
for my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:
I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.