Their soul abhorred all kinds of food,
And they drew near to the gates of death.
For my soul has had enough troubles,
And my life has drawn near to Sheol.
Be gracious to me, O Lord;
See my affliction from those who hate me,
You who lift me up from the gates of death,
“Man is also chastened with pain on his bed,
And with unceasing complaint in his bones;
“Have the gates of death been revealed to you,
Or have you seen the gates of deep darkness?
I said, “In the middle of my life
I am to enter the gates of Sheol;
I am to be deprived of the rest of my years.”