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.
8 "Oh that my request might come to pass, And that God would grant my longing!
9 "Would that God were willing to crush me, That He would loose His hand and cut me off!
10 "But it is still my consolation, And I rejoice in unsparing pain, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.