2 “Oh, that my grief were fully weighed,and my calamity laid with it on the scales!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea;therefore my words are stuck in my throat.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are withinme;my spirit drinks in their poison;the terrors of God are arrayed againstme.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass?Or the ox bellow over his fodder?
6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt?Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul refuses to touch them;they are like loathsome food to me.
8 “Oh, that I might have my request,and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!