Their soul hates all kinds of food; and they draw near the gates of death.
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near the grave.
Have mercy on me, O Jehovah; see my trouble from those who hate me, You who lift 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 have numbered the rest of my years.
Have the gates of death been opened to you? Or have you seen the gates of the shadow of death?