Psalms 107:18 Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death.

Psalms 102:3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

Job 3:24 For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.

Job 6:7 The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.