Job 6:7
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Everything in me is repulsed by it—
it makes me sick.
Copyright 2005 Eugene H. Peterson.
In other versions
ESVEnglish Standard Version
My appetite refuses to touch them;
they are as food that is loathsome to me.
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NIVNew International Version (2011)
I refuse to touch it;
such food makes me ill.
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CSBChristian Standard Bible
I refuse to touch them;
they are like contaminated food.
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NLTNew Living Translation
My appetite disappears when I look at it;
I gag at the thought of eating it!
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LEBThe Lexham English Bible
I refused to touch them;
they are like food that will make me ill.
Copyright 2012 Lexham Press
KJV 1900King James Version
The things that my soul refused to touch
Are as my sorrowful meat.
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