Job 6:1-7

Job defends his anger

1 Job responded:
2 Oh, that my grief were actually weighed, all of it were lifted up in scales;
3 for now it's heavier than the sands of the sea; therefore, my words are rash.
4 The Almighty's arrows are in me; my spirit drinks their poison, and God's terrors are arrayed against me.
5 Does a donkey bray over grass or an ox bellow over its fodder?
6 Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or does egg white have taste?
7 I refuse to touch them; they resemble food for the sick.