Job 6:5 ASV

³  For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.

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 savor 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 food to me.