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:
9 Even that God would decide to crush me,that he would put forth his hand and cut me off!
10 Then I should still have consolationand could exult through unremitting pain,because I have not transgressed the commands of the Holy One.