1 Then Job answered and said,
2 “If only my vexation could be well weighed, and my calamity could be lifted up together with it in the balances,
3 for then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words have been rash,
4 for the arrows of Shaddai are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Does the wild ass bray over grass, or the ox bellow over its fodder?
6 Can tasteless food be eaten without salt, or is there taste in the white of a marshmallow plant?