Job 6:2-7

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.