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.
8 “Oh, that I might have my request,That God would grant me the thing that I long for!