Psalm 107:18

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.