Psalm 107:18

King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; 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 the grave.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD; Consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest 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.

Have the gates of death been opened unto thee? Or hast thou seen the doors of the shadow of death?