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.
8 “How I wish that I might have what I ask forand that God would give me what I hope for.
9 How I wish God would crush meand reach out his hand to destroy me.
10 Then I would have this comfortand be glad even in this unending pain,because I would know I did not reject the words of the Holy One.