2 “aOh that my vexation were actually weighed
And laid in the balances together with my destruction!
3 For then it would be aheavier than the sand of the seas;
Therefore my words have been rash.
4 For the aarrows of the Almighty are within me,
Their bpoison my spirit drinks;
The chorrors of God are arranged against me.
5 Does the awild donkey bray over his grass,
Or does the ox low over his fodder?
6 Can something tasteless be eaten without salt,
Or is there any taste in the slime of a yolk?
7 My soul arefuses to touch them;
They are like loathsome food to me.