I refuse to touch them; they resemble food for the sick.
The things that my soul refused to touch Are as my sorrowful meat.
[These afflictions] my soul refuses to touch! Such things are like diseased food to me [sickening and repugnant]!
My soul refuseth to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
The things that my soul was unwilling to touch before, now, because of anguish, are my foods.