they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.
Have the gates of death been revealed to you, or have you seen the gates of deep darkness?
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
Be gracious to me, O Lord! Behold what I suffer from those who hate me, O thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
I said, In the noontide of my days I must depart; I am consigned to the gates of Sheol for the rest of my years.