¹⁸ They are disgusted by all food, and they come near to the doors of death.

³ For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.

¹³ Have mercy on me, O Lord, and see how I am troubled by my haters; let me be lifted up from the doors of death;

¹⁹ Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;

²⁰ He has no desire for food, and his soul is turned away from delicate meat;

²¹ His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...

²² And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.

¹⁷ Have the doors of death been open to you, or have the door-keepers of the dark ever seen you?

¹⁰ I said, In the quiet of my days I am going down into the underworld: the rest of my years are being taken away from me.