До чего не хотела коснуться душа моя, то составляет отвратительную пищу мою.
I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.
My appetite refuses to touch them; they are as food that is loathsome to me.b
“My soul refuses to touch them; They are like loathsome food to me.
My appetite disappears when I look at it; I gag at the thought of eating it!
The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.
My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.