they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
Be gracious to me, O Lord! See my affliction from those who hate me, O you who lift me up from the gates of death,
I said, In the middle 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?