Then Job answered:
"I wish my suffering could be weighed and my misery put on scales.
My sadness would be heavier than the sand of the seas. No wonder my words seem careless.
The arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks in their poison; God's terrors are gathered against me.
A wild donkey does not bray when it has grass to eat, and an ox is quiet when it has feed.
Tasteless food is not eaten without salt, and there is no flavor in the white of an egg.
I refuse to touch it; such food makes me sick.