7I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.
7I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.
4 The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God's terrors are marshaled against me.
5 Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder?
6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg ?
7 I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.
8 "Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for,
9 that God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut me off!
6:7The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful meat.
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.
6:7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.