Job 6:1-7

American Standard Version

² Oh that my vexation were but weighed,
And all my calamity laid in the balances!
³ For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas:
Therefore have my words been rash.
⁴ For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,
The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up:
The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
⁵ Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass?
Or loweth the ox over his fodder?
⁶ Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt?
Or is there any taste in ^[a]the white of an egg?
^7 [b]My soul refuseth to touch them;
They are as loathsome food to me.