Job 6:1-7

Christian Standard Bible

² If only my grief could be weighed
and my devastation^(A) placed with it on the scales.^(B)
3 For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas!
That is why my words are rash.
⁴ Surely the arrows of the Almighty have pierced^[a] me;
my spirit drinks their poison.
God’s terrors are arrayed against me.^(C)
5 Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass
or an ox low over its fodder?
⁶ Is bland food eaten without salt?
Is there flavor in an egg white?^[b]
7 I refuse to touch them;
they are like contaminated food.^(D)