1 THEN JOB answered,
2 Oh, that my impatience and vexation might be [thoroughly] weighed and all my calamity be laid up over against them in the balances, one against the other [to see if my grief is unmanly]!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; therefore my words have been rash and wild,
4 [But it is] because the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison which my spirit drinks up; the terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
5 Does the wild ass bray when it has grass? Or does the ox low over its fodder?
6 Can that which has no taste to it be eaten without salt? Or is there any flavor in the white of an egg?