Job 6:2-7

2If only my grief could be weighed and my devastation placed with it on the scales.

3For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas! That is why my words are rash.

4Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks their poison. God’s terrors are arrayed against me.

5Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass or an ox low over its fodder?

6Is bland food eaten without salt? Is there flavor in an egg white?

7I refuse to touch them; they are like contaminated food.