7My soul is refusing to touch! They are as my sickening food.


In Context

4 For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

5 Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?

6 Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?

7 My soul is refusing to touch! They are as my sickening food.

8 O that my request may come, That God may grant my hope!

9 That God would please — and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

Job 6:7 in Other Translations

The King James Version of the Holy Bible

6:7The things [that] my soul refused to touch [are] as my sorrowful meat.

The New International Version of the Holy Bible

6:7I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.

The Douay-Rheims Version of the Holy Bible

6:7The things which before my soul would not touch, now, through anguish are my meats.

The American Standard Version of the Holy Bible

6:7My soul refuseth to touch them ; They are as loathsome food to me.

The Darby Bible Translation of the Holy Bible

6:7What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.

The English Revised Version of the Holy Bible

6:7My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as loathsome meat to me.

The Webster Bible Translation of the Holy Bible

6:7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.

The World English Bible Translation of the Holy Bible

6:7My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.

The American King James Version of the Holy Bible

6:7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.