³ For my soul is full of troubles,
    and ^(A)my life draws near to ^(B)Sheol.

^13 (A)Be gracious to me, O Lord!
    See my affliction from those who hate me,
    O you who lift me up from ^(B)the gates of death,

¹⁹ “Man is also rebuked with pain on his bed
    and with continual strife in his ^(A)bones,
²⁰ so that his ^(B)life loathes bread,
    and his appetite ^(C)the choicest food.
²¹ His flesh is so wasted away that it cannot be seen,
    and his bones that were not seen ^(D)stick out.
²² His soul draws near ^(E)the pit,
    and his life to ^(F)those who bring death.

¹⁰ I said, ^(A)In the middle^[a] of my days
    I must depart;
I am consigned to the gates of Sheol
    for the rest of my years.