Their soul abhors all manner of food, and they draw near to the gates of death.
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD. Behold my affliction from those who hate me, thou who lifts me up from the gates of death
I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.
Have the gates of death been revealed to thee? Or have thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?