King James Version
"The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat."
— Job 6:7, King James Version
“My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me. ”
“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 drinketh up my spirit: 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 is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.