2 If only my grief could be weighed

and my devastationr placed with it on the scales.s

3 For then it would outweigh the sand of the seas!

That is why my words are rash.

4 Surely the arrows of the Almighty have piercedD me;

my spirit drinks their poison.

God’s terrors are arrayed against me.t

5 Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass

or an ox low over its fodder?

6 Is bland food eaten without salt?

Is there flavor in an egg white?E

7 I refuse to touch them;

they are like contaminated food.u