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?
7 I refused to touch them; they are like food that will make me ill.
8 “O that my request may come, and that God may grant my hope,
9 that God would decide that he would crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.
10 But it will still be my consolation, and I would recoil in unrelenting pain, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.