Job 6:2-10

2Oh that my grief were throughly weighed, and my calamity laid in the balances together!1

3For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.2

4For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.

5Doth the wild donkey bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?3

6Can that which is unsavoury be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

7The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.

8Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!4

9Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!

10Then should I yet have comfort; yea, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.