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.
8 "I wish I could have what I'm asking for! I wish God would give me what I'm hoping for!
9 I wish he would crush me! I wish his powerful hand would cut off my life!
10 Then I'd still have one thing to comfort me. It would be that I haven't said no to the Holy One's commands. That would give me joy in spite of my pain that never ends.