Job 6:2-7

2“If only my grief could be weighed, if only my misery could be laid on the scales with it,

3then they would be heavier than the sand of the seas. I spoke carelessly

4because the arrows of the Almighty ⌞have found their target⌟ in me, and my spirit is drinking their poison. God’s terrors line up in battle against me.

5“Does a wild donkey bray when it’s ⌞eating⌟ grass, or does an ox make a sound over its hay?

6Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there any flavor in the white of an egg?

7I refuse to touch such things. They are disgusting to me.