3. for now it’s heavier than the sands of the sea;therefore, my words are rash.
4. The Almighty’s arrows are in me;my spirit drinks their poison,and God’s terrors are arrayed against me.
5. Does a donkey bray over grassor an ox bellow over its fodder?
6. Is tasteless food eaten without salt,or does egg white have taste?
7. I refuse to touch them;they resemble food for the sick.
8. Oh, that what I’ve requested would comeand God grant my hope;
9. that God be willing to crush me,release his hand and cut me off.
10. I’d still take comfort,relieved even though in persistent pain;for I’ve not denied the words of the holy one.
11. What is my strength, that I should hope;my end, that my life should drag on?
12. Is my strength that of rocks,my flesh bronze?