2 “If only my grief could be weighed,if only my misery could be laid on the scales with it,
3 then they would be heavier than the sand of the seas.I spoke carelessly
4 because the arrows of the Almighty ⌊have found their target⌋ in me,and my spirit is drinking their poison.God’s terrors line up in battle against me.
5 “Does a wild donkey bray when it’s ⌊eating⌋ grass,or does an ox make a sound over its hay?
6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt,or is there any flavor in the white of an egg?
7 I refuse to touch such things.They are disgusting to me.
8 “How I wish that my prayer would be answered—that God would give me what I’m hoping for,