Job 6:1-7

International Standard Version

² “If only my grief could be weighed;
    or my calamity piled together on a balance scale!
³ It would weigh more than the sand on the seashore!^[a]
    Here’s why I’ve talked so rashly:

⁴ “The arrows of the Almighty have pierced me;
    my spirit absorbs^[b] their poison;^[c]
        God’s terrors have been arranged just for me!

⁵ “Will the wild donkey bray from hunger^[d] if fresh grass is beside him?
    Will the ox low from distress^[e] if it is near its feed?
⁶ Tasteless food isn’t eaten without salt, is it?
    Is there any taste in an egg white?
⁷ I cannot bring myself to touch them;^[f]
    food like this makes me sick.”