Job 6:2-10

2Oh that my grief were thoroughly weighed, and all my calamity laid in the balances!

3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words are vehement.

4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their poison drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of 1God are arrayed against me.

5Doth the wild ass bray by the grass? loweth an ox over his fodder?

6Shall that which is insipid be eaten without salt? Is there any taste in the white of an egg?

7What my soul refuseth to touch, that is as my loathsome food.

8Oh that I might have my request, and that 2God would grant my desire!

9And that it would please 3God to crush me, that he would let loose his hand and cut me off!

10Then should I yet have comfort; and in the pain which spareth not I would rejoice that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.