Job 6:2-10

2“Oh, that my grief were fully weighed, And my calamity laid with it on the scales!

3For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea— Therefore my words have been rash.

4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me; My spirit drinks in their poison; The terrors of God are arrayed against me.

5Does the wild donkey bray when it has grass, Or does the ox low over its fodder?

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

7My soul refuses to touch them; They are as loathsome food to me.

8“Oh, that I might have my request, That God would grant me the thing that I long for!

9That it would please God to crush me, That He would loose His hand and cut me off!

10Then I would still have comfort; Though in anguish I would exult, He will not spare; For I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.