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Then Job answered and said:
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"Oh, that my grief were fully weighed, And my calamity laid with it on the scales!
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For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea-- Therefore my words have been rash.
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For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; My spirit drinks in their poison; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.
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Does the wild donkey bray when it has grass, Or does the ox low over its fodder?
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Can flavorless food be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
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My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.
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"Oh, that I might have my request, That God would grant me the thing that I long for!