For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my wordsa are swallowed up .
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
Doth the wild assbray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?6
Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?7
The things that my soulrefused to touch are as my sorrowfulmeat.8
Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!9
Even that it would pleaseGod to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off !
Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare ; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.11
What is my strength, that I should hope ? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?12
Is my strength the strength of stones? or is my flesh of brass?13
Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?