Job 6:2-10

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

8“Oh, that my request might come to pass, And that God would grant my hope!9Oh, that God would 10decide to crush me, That He would let loose His hand and cut me off!10But it is still my comfort, And I rejoice in unsparing pain, That I 11have not 12denied the words of the Holy One.