1 Then Job answered and said,
2 Oh that my vexation were but weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!
3 For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: therefore have my words been rash.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5 Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6 Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as loathsome meat to me.