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Psalm 107:18 - New Revised Standard Version

they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; And they draw near unto the gates of death.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

They loathe every kind of food, and they draw near to the gates of death.

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American Standard Version (1901)

Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.

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Common English Bible

They had absolutely no appetite for food; they had arrived at death’s gates.

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Psalm 107:18
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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. See what I suffer from those who hate me; you are the one who lifts 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.