1 Then Job answered,
2 “Oh that my anguish were weighed,and all my calamity laid in the balances!
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.My spirit drinks up their poison.The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.
5 Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass?Or does the ox low over his fodder?
6 Can that which has no flavour 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.