1. Then Job answered and said,
2. “If only my vexation could be well weighed, and my calamity could be lifted up together with it in the balances,
3. for then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; therefore my words have been rash,
4. for the arrows of Shaddai are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
5. Does the wild ass bray over grass, or the ox bellow over its fodder?
6. Can tasteless food be eaten without salt, or is there taste in the white of a marshmallow plant?
7. I refused to touch them; they are like food that will make me ill.