1 Then Job answered:
2 “I wish my suffering could be weighed and all my trouble be put on the scales.
3 They would be heavier than all the sand of the sea! That is why my words are so crazy.
4 God All-Powerful has shot me with his arrows. My spirit feels their poison! God’s terrible weapons are lined up against me.
5 Even a wild donkey does not complain when it has grass to eat. And a cow is quiet when it has food.