¹⁸ Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.

³ For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.

¹³ Have mercy on me, Yahweh. See my affliction by those who hate me, And lift me up from the gates of death;

¹⁹ He is chastened also with pain on his bed, With continual strife in his bones;

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

²¹ His flesh is so consumed away, that it can't be seen; His bones that were not seen stick out.

²² Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, And his life to the destroyers.

¹⁷ Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Or have you 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.