Psalm 107:18
They loathed all food and drew near to the gates of death.
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- Psalm 9:13 Be merciful to me, O LORD; see how my enemies afflict me! Lift me up from the gates of death,
- Psalm 88:3 For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
- Job 33:19–21 A man is also chastened on his bed with pain and constant distress in his bones, so that he detests his bread, and his soul loathes his favorite food. His flesh wastes away from sight, and his hidden bones protrude.