Job 6:1-7

International Children’s Bible

² “I wish my suffering could be weighed.
    And I wish my misery could be put on the scales.
³ My sadness would be heavier than the sand of the seas.
    No wonder my words seem careless.
⁴ The arrows of God All-Powerful are in me.
    My spirit drinks in their poison.
    God’s terrors are gathered against me.
⁵ A wild donkey does not bray when it has grass to eat.
    An ox is quiet when it has feed.
⁶ Tasteless food is not eaten without salt.
    There is no flavor in the white part of an egg.
⁷ I refuse to touch it.
    Such food makes me sick.