1 Then Job answered:
2 If only my grief could be weighedand my devastation placed with it in the scales.
3 For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas!That is why my words are rash.
4 Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me;my spirit drinks their poison.God’s terrors are arrayed against me.
5 Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grassor an ox low over its fodder?
6 Is bland food eaten without salt?Is there flavor in an egg white?
7 I refuse to touch them;they are like contaminated food.