Job 6:2-10

2“Oh, that my grief could actually be weighed And placed in the balances together with my tragedy [to see if my grief is the grief of a coward]!

3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea; Therefore my words have been incoherent,

4Because the arrows of the Almighty are within me, My spirit drinks their poison; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.

5Does the wild donkey bray when he has grass? Or does the ox low over his fodder?

6Can something that has no taste to it be eaten without salt? Or is there any flavor in the white of an egg?

7My soul refuses to touch them; Such things are like loathsome food to me [sickening and repugnant].

8“Oh that my request would come to pass, And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

9I wish that it would please God to crush me, That He would let loose His hand and cut me off.

10Then I would still have consolation, And I would jump for joy amid unsparing pain, That I have not denied or hidden the words of the Holy One.