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!
9 That it would please God to crush me,that He would let loose His hand and cut me off!
10 Then I would still have comfort;I would revel in pain; it will not subside,for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.