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.
8 “Oh, that I might have my request, that God would grant what I hope for,
9 that God would be willing to crush me, to let loose his hand and cut off my life!
10 Then I would still have this consolation— my joy in unrelenting pain— that I had not denied the words of the Holy One.
11 “What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient?
12 Do I have the strength of stone? Is my flesh bronze?