The things that my soul refused to touch Are as my sorrowful meat.
[These afflictions] my soul refuses to touch! Such things are like diseased food to me [sickening and repugnant]!
My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
I refuse to touch them; they resemble food for the sick.
The things that my soul was unwilling to touch before, now, because of anguish, are my foods.
The things which before my soul would not touch, now, through anguish are my meats.