4. For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison whereof my spirit drinketh up: the terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
5. Doth the wild ass bray when he hath grass? or loweth the ox over his fodder?
6. Can that which hath no savour be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7. My soul refuseth to touch them; they are as loathsome meat to me.
8. Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for.