Psalm 107:18

All manner of food, their soul abhorreth, and so they draw near unto the gates of death,

For my soul, is sated with misfortunes, And, my life - unto Hades, hath drawn near;

Show me favour, O Yahweh! Behold my humiliation due to them who hate me, Lift me on high out of the gates of death;

Or he is chastised with pain, upon his bed, and, the strife of his bones, is unceasing!

Have the gates of death been disclosed to thee? And, the gates of the death-shade, couldst thou descry?

I, said - In the noontide of my days, I must enter the gates of hades, - I am deprived of the residue of ray years!

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

Or he is chastised with pain, upon his bed, and, the strife of his bones, is unceasing!

Show me favour, O Yahweh! Behold my humiliation due to them who hate me, Lift me on high out of the gates of death;

For my soul, is sated with misfortunes, And, my life - unto Hades, hath drawn near;

I, said - In the noontide of my days, I must enter the gates of hades, - I am deprived of the residue of ray years!