"1Oh that my grief were actually weighed And laid in the balances together with my calamity!
"For then it would be 2heavier than the sand of the seas; Therefore my words have been rash.
"For the 3arrows of the Almighty are within me, Their 4poison my spirit drinks; The 5terrors of God are arrayed against me.
"Does the 6wild donkey bray over his grass, Or does the ox low over his fodder?
"Can something tasteless be eaten without salt, Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
"My soul 7refuses to touch them; They are like loathsome food to me.
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