Job 6:1-7

New International Reader's Version

² “I wish my great pain could be weighed!
    I wish all my suffering could be weighed on scales!
³ I’m sure it would weigh more than the grains of sand on the seashore.
    No wonder I’ve been so quick to speak!
⁴ The Mighty One has shot me with his arrows.
    I have to drink their poison.
    God’s terrors are aimed at me.
⁵ Does a wild donkey cry out when it has enough grass?
    Does an ox call out when it has plenty of food?
⁶ Is food that doesn’t have any taste eaten without salt?
    Is there any flavor in the sap of a mallow plant?
⁷ I refuse to touch that kind of food.
    It makes me sick.