7What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
7What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of +God are arrayed against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?
6 Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.
8 Oh that I might have my request, and that +God would grant my desire!
9 And that it would please +God to crush 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.
6:7My 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.
6:7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.