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.
8 Oh, that what I’ve requested would comeand God grant my hope;
9 that God be willing to crush me,release his hand and cut me off.
10 I’d still take comfort,relieved even though in persistent pain;for I’ve not denied the words of the holy one.