3 For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea;therefore my words have been rash.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are in me;my spirit drinks their poison;the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass,or the ox low over his fodder?
6 Can that which is tasteless be eaten without salt,or is there any taste in the juice of the mallow?
7 My appetite refuses to touch them;they are as food that is loathsome to me.
8 “Oh that I might have my request,and that God would fulfill my hope,
9 that it would please God to crush me,that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!