Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.
Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?
For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to She'ol.
Have mercy on me, LORD. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of death;
I said, *In the middle of my life I go into the gates of She'ol. I am deprived of the residue of my years.*