¹⁸ All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,

³ For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.

¹³ Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,

¹⁹ And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.

²⁰ And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.

²¹ His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!

²² And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

¹⁷ Revealed to thee were the gates of death? And the gates of death-shade dost thou see?

¹⁰ `I -- I said in the cutting off of my days, I go in to the gates of Sheol, I have numbered the remnant of mine years.