Ps.107.18

Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.

Ps.107.18

You couldn't stand the sight of food, so miserable you thought you'd be better off dead.

Ps.107.18

They loathed all food and drew near the gates of death.

Ps.107.18

Their soul abhorred all manner of food, And they drew near to the gates of death.