4. For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, the poison of which drinketh up my spirit: the terrors of God 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 is unsavory be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
7. The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.
8. Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!
9. Even that it would please God to destroy me; that he would let loose his hand, and cut me off!
10. Then should I yet have comfort; yes, I would harden myself in sorrow: let him not spare; for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.
11. What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is my end, that I should prolong my life?