Job 6:2-7

2“1Oh that my grief were actually weighed And laid in the balances together with my calamity!3For then it would be 2heavier than the sand of the seas; Therefore my words have been rash.4For the 3arrows of the Almighty are within me, 4Their 5poison my spirit drinks; The 6terrors of God are arrayed against me.5Does the 7wild donkey bray over his grass, Or does the ox low over his fodder?6Can something tasteless be eaten without salt, Or is there any taste in the 8white of an egg?7My soul 9refuses to touch them; They are like loathsome food to me.