Psalm 107:18 - King James Version - American Edition

¹⁸ Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

¹⁸ Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; And they draw near unto the gates of death.

Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

¹⁸ They loathe every kind of food, and they draw near to the gates of death.

American Standard Version (1901)

¹⁸ Their soul abhorreth all manner of food; And they draw near unto the gates of death.

Common English Bible

¹⁸ They had absolutely no appetite for food; they had arrived at death’s gates.

Psalm 107:18 Tagairtí Cros

Job 38:17

Have the gates of death been opened unto thee? Or hast thou seen the doors of the shadow of death?

Psalm 88:3

for my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

Psalm 9:13

Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:

Isaiah 38:10

I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.