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Job 6:7 - Easy To Read Version

7 I refuse to touch it;\par that kind of food makes me sick!\par \{And that is what your words\par are like to me now.\}\par

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

7 The things that my soul refused to touch Are as my sorrowful meat.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

7 [These afflictions] my soul refuses to touch! Such things are like diseased food to me [sickening and repugnant]!

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American Standard Version (1901)

7 My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.

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Common English Bible

7 I refuse to touch them; they resemble food for the sick.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

7 The things that my soul was unwilling to touch before, now, because of anguish, are my foods.

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Douay-Rheims version of The Bible - 1752 version

7 The things which before my soul would not touch, now, through anguish are my meats.

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Job 6:7
11 Tagairtí Cros  

The woman answered, “I promise you before the Lord your God that I have no bread. I have only a little flour in a jar. And I have only a little olive oil in a jug. I came to this place to gather a couple of pieces of wood for a fire. I will take it back home and cook our last meal. My son and I will eat it and then die from hunger.”


Tell them to put Micaiah in prison. Give him only bread and water to eat. Keep him there until I come home from the fight.”


When it is time to eat,\par I only sigh with sadness\par not with joy.\par My complaints pour out like water.\par


Then that person can’t eat.\par That person has so much pain\par that he hates even the best food.\par


Food without salt\par doesn’t taste good.\par And the white of an egg\par doesn’t have any taste.\par


“I wish I could have what I ask for.\par I wish God would give me what I want.\par


My great sadness is my only food.\par My tears fall into my drinks.\par


Then I (Ezekiel) said, “Oh, but Lord my Master, I have never eaten any unclean food. I have never eaten meat from an animal that died from a disease or from an animal that was killed by a wild animal. I have never eaten unclean meat—not from the time I was a little baby until today. None of that bad meat ever entered my mouth.”


During those three weeks, I didn’t eat any fancy food. I didn’t eat any meat. I didn’t drink any wine. I didn’t put any oil on my head. I didn’t do any of these things for three weeks.


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