2 Ah, could my anguish but be measuredand my calamity laid with it in the scales,
3 They would now outweigh the sands of the sea!Because of this I speak without restraint.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are in me,and my spirit drinks in their poison;the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when it has grass?Does the ox low over its fodder?
6 Can anything insipid be eaten without salt?Is there flavor in the white of an egg?
7 I refuse to touch them;they are like loathsome food to me.
8 Oh, that I might have my request,and that God would grant what I long for: