Job 6:4-6

Young's Literal Translation

⁴ For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!

⁵ Brayeth a wild ass over tender grass? Loweth an ox over his provender?

⁶ Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?