1 Then Job answered and said:
2 “Oh, that my grief were fully weighed,And my calamity laid with it on the scales!
3 For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea—Therefore my words have been rash.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me;My spirit drinks in their poison;The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when it has grass,Or does the ox low over its fodder?
6 Can flavorless food be eaten without salt?Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul refuses to touch them;They are as loathsome food to me.