1 Then Job spoke again:
2 “If my misery could be weighedand my troubles be put on the scales,
3 they would outweigh all the sands of the sea.That is why I spoke impulsively.
4 For the Almighty has struck me down with his arrows.Their poison infects my spirit.God’s terrors are lined up against me.
5 Don’t I have a right to complain?Don’t wild donkeys bray when they find no grass,and oxen bellow when they have no food?
6 Don’t people complain about unsalted food?Does anyone want the tasteless white of an egg?
7 My appetite disappears when I look at it;I gag at the thought of eating it!