Psalm 107:18

They loathed all food, and even reached the gates of death.

For my life is filled with troubles as I approach Sheol.

Be gracious to me, LORD, take note of my affliction, because of those who hate me. You snatch me away from the gates of death,

"He is being reproved by painful bed rest, with continual aching in his bones.

Have the gates of death been revealed to you? Have you seen the gates of the deepest darkness?

I said, "Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!"

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

"He is being reproved by painful bed rest, with continual aching in his bones.

Be gracious to me, LORD, take note of my affliction, because of those who hate me. You snatch me away from the gates of death,

For my life is filled with troubles as I approach Sheol.

I said, "Must I leave in the prime of my life? Must I be consigned to the control of Sheol? Bitter are my years!"