Job 6:7

English Standard Version

7 My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me.[1] 

New International Version

7 I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill. 

New International Reader’s Version

7 I refuse to touch that kind of food. It makes me ill. 

King James Version

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