1 Job responded:
2 Oh, that my grief were actually weighed,all of it were lifted up in scales;
3 for now it’s heavier than the sands of the sea;therefore, my words are rash.
4 The Almighty’s arrows are in me;my spirit drinks their poison,and God’s terrors are arrayed against me.
5 Does a donkey bray over grassor an ox bellow over its fodder?
6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt,or does egg white have taste?
7 I refuse to touch them;they resemble food for the sick.