Their soul abhors all manner of meat; and they draw near to the gates of death.
Have the gates of death been opened to you? or have you seen the doors of the shadow of death?
For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draws near to the grave.
Have mercy on me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, you that lift 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.