2 “Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!
3 But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea,that is why my words have been wild.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me;my spirit drinks their poison;God’s sudden terrors are arrayed against me.
5 “Does the wild donkey bray when it is near grass?Or does the ox low near its fodder?
6 Can food that is tasteless be eaten without salt?Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 I have refused to touch such things;they are like loathsome food to me.
8 “Oh that my request would be realized, and that God would grant me what I long for!