Their soul abhorred all manner of food, And they drew near to the gates of death.
For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draws near to the grave.
Have mercy on me, O Lord! Consider my trouble from those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death,
I said, “In the prime of my life I shall go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the remainder of my years.”
Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you seen the doors of the shadow of death?