4 The arrows of the Almighty are in me,my spirit drinks in their poison;God’s terrors are marshalled against me.
5 Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass,or an ox bellow when it has fodder?
6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt,or is there flavour in the sap of the mallow?
7 I refuse to touch it;such food makes me ill.
8 ‘Oh, that I might have my request,that God would grant what I hope for,
9 that God would be willing to crush me,to let loose his hand and cut off my life!
10 Then I would still have this consolation –my joy in unrelenting pain –that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.