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

³ For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.

¹³ Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction `which I suffer' of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;

¹⁹ He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;

²⁰ So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.

²¹ His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.

²² Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.

¹⁷ Have the gates of death been revealed unto thee? Or hast thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?

¹⁰ I said, In the noontide of my days I shall go into the gates of Sheol: I am deprived of the residue of my years.