They loathed all manner of food; they were at the gates of death.
Have the gates of death been shown to you, or have you seen the gates of darkness?
Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
For the avenger of bloodshed remembers, does not forget the cry of the afflicted.
In the noontime of life I said, I must depart! To the gates of Sheol I have been consigned for the rest of my years.