1 Then Job answered,
2 "Oh that my grief were actually weighed And laid in the balances together with my calamity!
3 "For then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; Therefore my words have been rash.
4 "For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, Their poison my spirit drinks; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 "Does the wild donkey bray over his grass, Or does the ox low over his fodder?
6 "Can something tasteless be 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.