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 whereof drinketh up my spirit:the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt?Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?