Job 6:1-7

Common English Bible

² Oh, that my grief were actually weighed,
    all of it were lifted up in scales;
³     for now it’s heavier than the sands of the sea;
        therefore, my words are rash.^[a]
4 The Almighty’s arrows are in me;
    my spirit drinks their poison,
    and God’s terrors are arrayed against me.
⁵ Does a donkey bray over grass
    or an ox bellow over its fodder?
⁶ Is tasteless food eaten without salt,
    or does egg white^[b] have taste?
⁷ I refuse to touch them;
    they resemble food for the sick.