7My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
7My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?
6 Can that which has no flavor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.
8 |Oh that I might have my request, that God would grant the thing that I long for,
9 even 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.
6:7What 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 is refusing to touch! They are as my sickening food.
6:7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.