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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