Job 6:2-10

2“If only my grief could be weighed and my calamity placed on the scales.

3For it outweighs the sands of the sea; that is why my words have been rash.

4For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.

5Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass or an ox bellow over his fodder?

6Is something bland eaten without salt, is there taste in the white of an egg?

7My soul refuses to touch them; they are like sickening food to me.

8Oh that my request would be realized, that God would grant my hope;

9that God would be willing to crush me, to release His hand, and cut me off!

10Then I would still be comforted, even rejoice in spite of unrelenting pain, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.