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Psalms 107:18

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

they loathed any kind of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.

New International Version

They loathed all food and drew near the gates of death.

Catholic Public Domain Version

Their soul abhorred all food, and they drew near even to the gates of death