Job 6:1-7

New American Standard Bible

² “^(A)Oh if only my grief were actually weighed
And laid in the balances together with my disaster!
³ For then it would be ^(B)heavier than the sand of the seas;
For that reason my words have been rash.
⁴ For the ^(C)arrows of the Almighty are within me,
^[a]My spirit drinks their ^(D)poison;
The ^(E)terrors of God line up against me.
⁵ Does the ^(F)wild donkey bray over his grass,
Or does the ox low over his feed?
⁶ Can something tasteless be eaten without salt,
Or is there any taste in the ^[b]juice of an alkanet plant?
⁷ My soul ^(G)refuses to touch them;
They are like loathsome food to me.