For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.
He was despised and rejected by others; a man of suffering and acquainted with infirmity, and as one from whom others hide their faces he was despised, and we held him of no account.
They mounted up to heaven; they went down to the depths; their courage melted away in their calamity;
In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying; my soul refuses to be comforted.
Their souls draw near the Pit and their lives to those who bring death.
Hear a just cause, O Lord; attend to my cry; give ear to my prayer from lips free of deceit.