American Standard Version
"My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me. "
— Job 6:7, American Standard Version
“The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.”
“My soul refuses to touch them. They are as loathsome food to me.”
“I have refused to touch such things; they are like loathsome food to me.”
“The things which before my soul would not touch, now, through anguish, are my meats.”
“My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.”
“The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.”
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grantmethe thing that I long for!
Even that it would please God to crush me; That he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.