All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,
Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see?
For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
`I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.