Job

1 Then Job replied:
2 “If only my anguish could be weighed and all my misery be placed on the scales!
3 It would surely outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been impetuous.
4 The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are marshaled against me.
5 Does a wild donkey bray when it has grass, or an ox bellow when it has fodder?
6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the sap of the mallowa ?
7 I refuse to touch it; such food makes me ill.