1 Then Job answered:
2 “I wish my suffering could be weighedand my misery put on scales.
3 My sadness would be heavier than the sand of the seas.No wonder my words seem careless.
4 The arrows of the Almighty are in me;my spirit drinks in their poison;God’s terrors are gathered against me.
5 A wild donkey does not bray when it has grass to eat,and an ox is quiet when it has feed.
6 Tasteless food is not eaten without salt,and there is no flavor in the white of an egg.
7 I refuse to touch it;such food makes me sick.