1 Job replied,
2 "I wish my great pain could be weighed! I wish all of my suffering could be weighed on scales!
3 I'm sure they would weigh more than the grains of sand on the seashore. No wonder I've been so quick to speak!
4 The Mighty One has shot me with his arrows. I have to drink their poison. God's terrors are aimed at me.
5 Does a wild donkey cry out when it has enough grass? Does an ox call out when it has plenty of food?
6 Is food that doesn't have any taste eaten without salt? Is there any flavor in the white of an egg?
7 I refuse to touch that kind of food. It makes me sick.