Job 6:2-7

2O that my grief were thoroughly 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 of which drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God 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 loathsome food.