Psalm 107:18

Their soul abhors all manner of food, and they draw near to the gates of death.

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD. Behold my affliction from those who hate me, thou who lifts me up from the gates of death

He also is chastened with pain upon his bed, and with continual strife in his bones,

Have the gates of death been revealed to thee? Or have thou seen the gates of the shadow of death?

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.

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Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.

He also is chastened with pain upon his bed, and with continual strife in his bones,

Have mercy upon me, O LORD. Behold my affliction from those who hate me, thou who lifts me up from the gates of death

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

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.