1 Job responded and said:
2 “If only my grief could be weighed and my calamity placed on the scales.
3 For it outweighs the sands of the sea; that is why my words have been rash.
4 For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.
5 Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass or an ox bellow over his fodder?
6 Is something bland eaten without salt, is there taste in the white of an egg?
7 My soul refuses to touch them; they are like sickening food to me.