Their soul abhorreth all manner of food;\par\tab And they draw near unto the gates of death.
For my soul is full of troubles,\par\tab And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah;\par\tab Behold my affliction {\i which I suffer} of them that hate me,\par\tab 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:\par\tab I am deprived of the residue of my years.
Have the gates of death been revealed unto thee?\par\tab Or hast thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?