24 For (A)my groaning comes at the sight of my food,
And (B)my cries pour out like water.

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My soul (A)refuses to touch them;
They are like loathsome food to me.

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I refuse to touch it;
    such food makes me ill.(A)

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18 Their (A)souls loathed all kinds of food,
And they (B)came close to the (C)gates of death.

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18 They loathed all food(A)
    and drew near the gates of death.(B)

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