New Revised Standard Version, Anglicised Catholic Edition
3 For then it would be heavier than the sand of the sea;
therefore my words have been rash.
4 For the arrows of the Almighty[a] are in me;
my spirit drinks their poison;
the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5 Does the wild ass bray over its grass,
or the ox low over its fodder?
- Job 6:4 Traditional rendering of Heb Shaddai