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.
8. “O that my request may come, and that God may grant my hope,
9. that God would decide that he would crush me, that he would let loose his hand and kill me.
10. But it will still be my consolation, and I would recoil in unrelenting pain, for I have not denied the words of the Holy One.