Psalm 107:18

American Standard Version (1901)

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

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For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest 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 unto thee? Or hast thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?