2. If only my grief could be weighedand my devastation placed with it in the scales.
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 me;my spirit drinks their poison.God’s terrors are arrayed against me.
5. Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grassor an ox low over its fodder?
6. Is bland food eaten without salt?Is there flavor in an egg white?
7. I refuse to touch them;they are like contaminated food.
8. If only my request would be grantedand God would provide what I hope for: