Job 6:2-7

2“Oh, if only my grief could be weighed, and my misfortune laid on the scales too!

3But because it is heavier than the sand of the sea, that is why my words have been wild.

4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; my spirit drinks their poison; God’s sudden terrors are arrayed against me.

5“Does the wild donkey bray when it is near grass? Or does the ox low near its fodder?

6Can food that is tasteless be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

7I have refused to touch such things; they are like loathsome food to me.