Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; And they draw near unto the gates of death.
They loathe every kind of food, and they draw near to the gates of death.
Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.
They had absolutely no appetite for food; they had arrived at death’s gates.
Have the gates of death been revealed unto thee? Or hast thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?
For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
Have mercy upon me, O LORD; Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;
I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.