1 But Job answered and said,
2 Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison thereof drinks up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when it has grass? or the ox lows over its fodder?
6 Can that which is tasteless be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?