Psalm 107:18 - New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

¹⁸ they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.

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

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

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

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

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For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

Be gracious to me, O Lord. See what I suffer from those who hate me; you are the one who lifts me up from the gates of death,

I said: In the noontide of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.

Have the gates of death been revealed to you, or have you seen the gates of deep darkness?