7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinks up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5 Does the wild ass bray when he has grass? or lows the ox over his fodder?
6 Can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
8 Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9 Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
6:7The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful meat.
6:7I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.
6:7The things which before my soul would not touch, now, through anguish are my meats.
6:7My soul refuseth to touch them ; They are as loathsome food to me.
6:7What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
6:7My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as loathsome meat to me.
6:7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.
6:7My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
6:7My soul is refusing to touch! They are as my sickening food.