Job 6:7
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
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English Standard Version
My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me.
New International Version
I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.
Catholic Public Domain Version
The things that my soul was unwilling to touch before, now, because of anguish, are my foods