NASB
""My soul refuses to touch them; They are like loathsome food to me."
— Job 6:7, NASB
“The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.”
“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, Their poison my spirit drinks; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
"Does the wild donkey bray over his grass, Or does the ox low over his fodder?
"Can something tasteless be eaten without salt, Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
"My soul refuses to touch them; They are like loathsome food to me.
"Oh that my request might come to pass, And that God would grant my longing!
"Would that God were willing to crush me, That He would loose His hand and cut me off!
"But it is still my consolation, And I rejoice in unsparing pain, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.