Job Justifies His Complaint

Job 6:1-7

Then Job replied:

“If only my grief could be weighed and placed with my calamity on the scales.

For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas— no wonder my words have been rash.

For the arrows of the Almighty have pierced me; my spirit drinks in their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.

Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?

Is tasteless food eaten without salt, or is there flavor in the white of an egg?

My soul refuses to touch them; they are loathsome food to me.